Nacho Picasso - Crime Waves lyrics

rate me

I don’t wanna hear about a nigga if he not me

Used to be my dog, put him down, then them high flees

Buried him in the back yard like I might be

Home ride ask me am I rolling, bitch, I might be

White girl, white stripes, white T, white crease

White pearls, white lights, Wi Fi, IV’s

White world, fuck that, can’t go, gonna leave

MJ’s unbelief, history’s own teeth

We gonna sample my boys, I’mma crap on your flees

Full house, uncle Jackson if he clap his poor knee

All family deceased, baby momma Clarisse

While I’m knocking your hoes, you’ll be knocking your knees

You came to the more show now you rocking more T’s

Undead zombies, ten shots, won’t bleed

Triggers and they old tree, that Monday night I OD’ed

Joe bring that codeine, no lean, I’m cold me

They think I’m Elvis, they call me selfish

I’m like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?

Fuck that Nacho, I’mma do it my way

My way or the highway, my way is the highway

Four rides in the driveway … crime pays

My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways

Funeral’s in five days, suicide and crime waves

Be the killer or be killed, that’s the fucking motto

Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D’Amato

OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Branco

Crush the blanco, we just kick it like it’s Fresh and Sambo

What’s the fucking … beat ‘em up like bongos

Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave ‘em in the convo

Try to run for Nacho, turn your click around-o

Adams family, not grizzly, stoner like Beezy, your boner’s off missy

…whisky, poison in my brisky, doing drugs like Disney

I’m never going down like Santa in the chimney

Fuck around, offend me, turn you down and bend me

Now you’re fucking trendy, never fucking envy

Story, I might trade you, fuck you like I paid you …

They think I’m Elvis, they call me selfish

I’m like what? Should I live for someone else, bitch?

Fuck that Nacho, I’mma do it my way

My way or the highway, my way is the highway

Four rides in the driveway … crime pays

My ways go fine ways, papa turn you sideways

Funeral’s in five days, suicide and crime waves