Blunt Raps 2 (Intro) - Nacho Picasso

True to kids, bow the heads, we boo to piss

Blew a kiss, blew the crew, and you 'boo' that bitch

Boo that bitch, all we did was move the bitch

I’m superstish (superstitious), and I’m on a map like a tourist

I’m too legit, say my bars like Ludacris

Xanni bars, too true to this

Foolishness, pure goulishness

I’ll ring your bell like school dismissed

Scoop ya sis and keep her high like stewardess

I’m the substitute in the fuckin coupe

I fucked her too, cuz I’m fuckin cute

Skydivin' with a fucked up 'shute (Ohhhhh)

You’re fine dining where I took my poop

I eat lightning with a fucked up tooth

Hot pockets still burn my roof

My hands shake, like I’m scared to shoot

You been a scrub, you still aloof

You might be match’n, but you still a goof

I can’t lie n still the truth

I’ll be fuckin coo-coo to fuck witchu

I’m not amused, I drug abuse

But I am a muse to a lot of you

I’m damn confused, but proud of you

I’m mad at you, I’m like dad to you

I’m just glad I established you

It’s mewtwo to a pikachu

Didn’t think it through?

Throw a book at you

Shoulda took the cue, now look at you

So who really runs the city man?

Nacho

Who got 8 holes and coke in his nose?

Nacho

Who got cobain’s and gucci veins?

Nacho

I’m with the shit, said Mr. Fact

Im hidden, packed

I’m fritzed and capped

I’m in the trap, I’m wearin' Shaq’s

DM’d your bitch, and she hit me back

Hit a lap, all in the 'lac

From the back, I’ll pull out tracks

Duck tales, scooby snacks

Big booty, racks, throwin' jumping jacks

I’m a lumberjack in a snapback

Ima horde your bitch, I’m a pack rat

Like Baghdad mixed with black flags

Black flag, mixed with pack draft

Bad draft mixed with witchcraft

I’m a flat raft as this shit pass

Hope the clip last and don’t slip fast

Lil' fuckin brats, wearin' bucket hats

I don’t fuck with this, I don’t fuck with that

What the fuck is that?

I’m from the trap

I’ll smoke a stogie and then run a lap

I’ll run a muck and then run it back

I’ll treat your dad like a lil' lad

I’ll wake up just to take a nap

We’ll take a dab and then took a cab

And I’m caked up, I’m the bakers man

«Nacho Picasso

The tat in the muhfuckin' hat

Uncle Jessie

Canigula

The Lizard King Jr

Can I rant for a second man?

Ay my nigga, can I rant?

Ima rant

Been a lot of sneak dissin' goin around man

Dog, I can’t read in between the lines nigga

All you gotta do is say nacho nigga

I’ll b at your fuckin' front door nigga

Like the yellow pages nigga

Smellin' like a 8 ball…

And three strippers

I’m not fuckin with you niggas man look…

You bitches better stop screenshottin' my shit too man

I’m just tryna pop it one time man, fuck

You over here…"Nacho picasso tried to slide in my DMs»…

No bitch, I tried to slide in your fuckin' pussy

Just keep it 100

Fuck your DMs, motherfuckin' social networks is ruining' the world man, look

I be on twitter and shit too though!

Like my nigga’s picture… I’m coming for you too then

I don’t even want no bitch with no IG

Bitch, I’m a G, that’s the only G you need to worry about, bitch

Over on instagram, getting' your self esteem boosted up…

I’m over here tryin' to break it down

Bitch, it’s cancelin' each other out, bitch

Ha… Nacho!

Blunt Raps 2 man… yeah, surf school

More gang… your bitch is probably in the studio right now with me, right?

Is that around the curbs?

Give your nigga a shoutout."