Sounds Like the Intro - Nacho Picasso

I’m a hell of a man, he a shell of a man

I rock the old Miami Hurricane pelican hat

I got some bougie-ass dope in a elegant trap

These niggas moody-ass marks with irrelevant raps

Give me space, damn, Space Jams, 11, all-black

Still we don’t feed him, size 11's on Shaq, mack

If you think he «the Dude», then I’m Devin on crack

Fact: if you think she your boo, you should check out my Snapchat

Black Narcissus, idol like Billy

Nothin’s free but the willy, ghostwriter like Gillie

White bitch named Sally make a nigga act silly

Got some big-ass titties like she Jennifer Tilly

The Bride of Chucky got high and fucked me

You ain’t read my rights while you’re trying to cuff me

Nacho flow so dope, label trying to hustle

Crying for her daddy 'til her eyes got puffy

First heard this shit and it sound like the intro

First hit the chick, she was bound to be nympho

First plead the fifth, don’t get found givin' info

Kinfolk in my town hella simple but my town hella sinful

Ya’ll softer than sorbet and Prada

Your baby-mama pussy, carne esada

Erik Estrada, for them chips, go «Blocka!

Blocka!»

Spray your block up like Binaca, tuck your cock up, you’re Bianca

You’re probably in the bathroom getting ready to Rihanna

Nigga, I’m the king, they just Toddlers In Tiaras

I keep a four-five and a Q.P.

at Kiara’s

I keep a couple rounds, couple pounds at Tamara’s

We live today like there’s no more tomorrows

Not black-and-white, boy, I dream de colores

I keep a bass, snatch your shit, word to Boris

Bubba Kush back to back, word to Forrest

Now my life is like a box of chocolates

I used to stuff my socks with rocks in lockets

Hidin' crack in my sis' Polly Pockets

Pocket-rockets, better stop it, bitch, I’m Spacely Sprockets