Mob Ties (Nacho Picasso)

[Verse 1]

Got mob ties, like Mob Wives

I'm traumatized, Steve Jobs died

My mom's high, and I'm hog tied

I pop by, these popped eyes

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 guy, I'll wear some

I feel like Sonny Liston

Go ahead, like "sonny, listen"

No braiding bummy missions

Oh head, I see your vision

You can't see ambition,

You're lacking ammunition

At the concert cove, Santigold, needs something rolled

Something borrowed or something old

Something new, or something stolen

***** your parents, lose control

***, drugs, and rock and roll

***** 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 with Diamond, all my snowmen abominable

I tell them hoes to vaminos

Adios!

[Hook]

That's Nacho *******

That's Nacho change

Consider a lot of *******t done changed since Nacho came

That's Nacho friend

That's Nacho *******

See the world a lot different through Nacho's mitts

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

[Verse 2]

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

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

My ******* wanna ******* me, seen ******* 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 *****s like Cher

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

She got post pardom, keep 'em posed darling

In my rose garden, my favorite show starting

And you're co-starring, as a ghost Car**an

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

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

See the ladies' face, there it gold carton

Tell tale heart, scary old apar**ent

Keep my pistol loaded, and my machete sharpened

[Hook]