Ay, BLP Cracka rapper but I ain't RiFF RAFF I don't even watch no porn (nope) I don't beat my meat If the feds pull up I know my rights, so tell em' suck my D 30 bite like it's a German Shepherd, but it ain't no police Kick back like a laborator retriever, so I'm gon' retreat Choppa with a dick so fuck a pocket knife, that I don't need I am not your average Joe, Cracka I'm a different breed Stick my dick right in yo wedding cake and sing the ABCs Aventura Mall, slap the fuck out of a Hillbilly Fuck the [?] at the function, you is not gon' see me I do not participate in Cuckfest, that shit is not for me They told me that it's bout' to be lit, but I'd have to disagree You talkin' shit but you a park shark, you have no room to speak Her stepdad trying to act tough, I'm bout' to make a scene And when I pull up to the studio I finna unleash the beast I ain't tryna chit chat, we ain't gon' shoot the breeze Cracka rapper but I ain't RiFF RAFF, my name is BLP Got rid of that lil' dirty stick, now it's lost at sea These crackas shootin' at iguanas, that shit is sad to see French hoe eat my dick up like a crepe im talkin bout oui oui (wee wee) I don't rap, jit this ain't hip hop this shit is poetry My mixtape about to drop soon, imma name it MBD I'm really tryna' snap hard, leave crackas in disbelief They hating on me now because they see my capability They started talkin' about me when they saw creativity Yeah and now they tryna' make peace because they see opportunity Shoulda' cut them crackas off from the start, I felt the energy Cracka pulled up on me, watch his face turn red like a beet I'm on powerlines tryna' land a trick, so fuck a [?] And when I'm done, don't play with my money, send a clip to me Slide through Lauderdale to Miami, then right back to Deer Creek My jits be tryna' trick or treat, but it ain't even Halloween Posted in that Florida water like a fuckin' manatee I'm a 2000 baby, ain't no respect for you OGs Run up on me, let this Glock sing like Adam Levine Call an opp Carlos [?], choppa make him switch back three Cracka say he want smoke, because he don't like me personally He knows that I dont give a fuck about no popularity If I blow up in this rap shit I'm doing charity And when I'm done with this song I might have some clarity I just might have clarity