[Intro]

BLP 42 blocks, you crackers ain't know shit

I call them Silento, make crackers hit the whip

Whole plot twist

Flip the script

Brrrd

BLP flocka, that's my new name and shit

Real Hebrew, real Jew

[Chorus]

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit

[Verse 1]

They thought they was 'bout to jump me, choppa make the plot twist

Cracked talkin' shit 'bout BLP, but he do crossfit

He used to bully me in school but now his sister slurp me sick

Potato ready round the barrel, yeah you won't hear jack shit

He don't do gymnastics but I'll make that cracka backflip

They told me don't stop rapping cause they love the way I spit

I don't wanna hear no damn gossip, that shit makes me sick

They say boy you white, stop sayin' cracka

But I ain't no honky jit

Told that boy he got no bars, go back to playing hockey bitch

Yeah I'm skinny but my pockets might need liposuction bitch

Beatrice designer tee, you still wear Abercrombie Fitch

That boy be sacking rails and shit so I don't think he having jits

[Chorus]

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit

[Verse 2]

I fuck with making music, tryna blow up no atomic bomb (brrd)

Choppa got kick, you would think it had a soccer mom

Cracka tryna diss me but he still work at the Papa John's

I ain't Marvin Gaye but I be feelin' like let's get it on

Kippah on my head, no rasta hat, this shit a yarmulke

Shout out Joey, that boy told me I should sell on Amazon

I keep my circle small, I don't need no fuckin' octogon

He don't do no track and field but I'll make him run a marathon

Tell that cracker shut the fuck up, I wanna hear you ramble on

They told me that it's gon' be fun, I told them it's a cup phenomenon

How the fuck this cracker makin' threats but stay in Oregon

You get grated like some cheese, like some damn parmesan

[Chorus]

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit

BLP 42 Glocks, you crackas ain't know shit

I call this choppa Silento, 'cause it make crackas hit the whip

They told me that I don't fit in, but I was never tryna' fit

You ain't talking money, call me Helen Keller, I can't hear shit