Blunt Raps 2 (Intro)

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.."