White Crime

[Intro] Lot of rappers talking that shit, not enough doing that shit You know what I'm saying? [Verse 1] Yeah, people acting like I ain't a fucking criminal (aight bruh) Like I ain't never doing dirt though Prolly ‘cause the way I'm doing shit is clinical But I've been putting in some work, brah I see you looking at me cynical (stop looking at me) I ain’t fucking with your smirk, ho (it's condescending) We been doing shit despicable (no sleep) But we just keep it on the low, for example Walk in to the movie with my pants full Twix, bag of chips, plus a snapple Stealing all the shampoos, from the hotels pretty bathrooms Cheating, I've been peeking in the classroom Looking like a nice guy, till I take your motherfucking Wi-Fi And torrent every single song in my library Then I drive while very fucking high by everybody While my lady licking my five-inch dick [Hook] White crime White crime Yeah, we 'bout that, do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, know he spout facts You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah [Verse 2] Doing business at the airport (I travel a lot for work) At security, I ain't fraught Lot of shit up in my JanSport Six ounce of the face wash (the limit three) My duffle bigger then what can board (That’s a big ass bag) My shuffle on during take off (she don’t know) Will I help in an emergency? Yeah, sure Exit row, fingers straight crossed Thinking Dave's soft but I know you see me jaywalking Piss in public, no caution Halloween bucket, take one, fuck you thinking Dave was? Give me all your motherfucking chocolate, ho At the stop sign, never fully stopping though Filling water cups up with a lot of Coke Egging homes, motherfucker, a lot of yolk Not alone up in this motherfucker, a lot of folks, been doing... [Hook] White crime White crime Yeah we 'bout that, do a lotta dirt, never doubt that Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, know he spout facts You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah [Verse 3] Even though the speeding limit sixty-five I'm doing seventy-five without a seat belt on And I've been texting, driving reckless I was seventeen when I first tried a Guinness, on the tennis team We used to haze a lot of freshmen Lil Dicky put a hoop up in the street Without obtaining permission From the city and every Christmas day I'm going to cinemas with single tickets to single flicks But go to additional pictures, sorry, but your boy is malicious And back when I was eighteen, statutory raping This little hoe, even though we was dating And if I am taking public transportation On the quiet train I might have a conversation Fuck it I'm the man, putting trash up in some other people’s cans though At the work fridge, stealing can Coke And up at the holiday party, I'm grinding colleagues on the dance floor Dick been rubbing against their assholes, say it's not... [Hook] White crime White crime Yeah, we 'bout that, do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, know he spout facts You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah