Mob Ties - Nacho Picasso

Got mob ties, like Mob Wives

I’m traumatized, Steve Jobs died

My mom’s high, and I’m hog tied

Im pop-eye to these pop guys

I pop like a pop fly

Plastic fork on the pot pie

I’m a Gremlin, not a Mogwai

I’m a bad guy, never on time

I’m getting money, listen

Commission Kyle Grisham

I feel like Sonny Liston

Old head, like «sonny, listen»

No braiding bummy missions

Oh head, I see your vision

You can’t see ambition

You’re lacking ammunition

Like a Contra code, something golden, something rolled

Something borrowed or something old

Something new, or something stolen

Fuck your parents, lose control

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll

Fuck your diet, rocky road

Yo Adrian, that’s Rocky’s ho

I make it rain, she pop it though

You’re trafficking, no stop and go go

My African’s so tropical

I laugh at you, so comical

On Twitter I’m so topical

Tatted up abdominal, all my snowmen abominable

I tell them hoes to vamanos

Adios!

That’s Nacho bitch

That’s Nacho change

Consider a lot of shit done changed since Nacho came

That’s Nacho friend

That’s Nacho bitch

See the world a lot different through Nacho’s lense

That’s Nacho car

This Nacho town

I done made my own name, that’s Nacho style

That’s Nacho’s chips

That’s Nacho rich

Everybody stop and listen when Nacho spits

My father’s Dirty Harry, my mother’s Bloody Marry

I don’t believe in fairies, police are Tom & Jerry

My bitches wanna square me, seen bitches that’ll share me

My pregnant miss is bare feet, your brother does not scare me

And I’m not all that, 26 grams

Two in the air, I’m going H.A.M

Who wanna stare, new to the spare, like Gucci LaFlare

The Gucci I wear, the coochie I tear

The bougie ass groupies with roofies out there

Its like goofing off boofy ass niggas like Cher

There, life is not fair, I do not care, yeah

She got postpartum, decompose darling

In my rose garden, my favorite show starting

And you’re co-starring, as a ghost Cartman

She had a lot of niggers, but I’m the most charming

I got a baby face, but I’m the most harming

See ya lady’s face, Darigold carton

Tell-Tale Heart, scary old apartment

Keep my pistol loaded, and my machete sharpened