Mob Ties

[Verse 1] Got mob ties, like Mob Wives I'm traumatized, Steve Jobs died My mom's high, and I'm hog tied Im pop-eye to these pop guys 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 Kyle Grisham I feel like Sonny Liston Old head, like "sonny, listen" No braiding bummy missions Oh head, I see your vision You can't see ambition You're lacking ammunition Like a Contra code, something golden, something rolled Something borrowed or something old Something new, or something stolen Fuck your parents, lose control Sex, drugs, and rock and roll Fuck 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 abdominal, all my snowmen abominable I tell them hoes to vamanos Adios! [Hook] That's Nacho bitch That's Nacho change Consider a lot of shit done changed since Nacho came That's Nacho friend That's Nacho bitch See the world a lot different through Nacho's lense 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 bitches wanna square me, seen bitches 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 niggas like Cher There, life is not fair, I do not care, yeah She got postpartum, decompose darling In my rose garden, my favorite show starting And you're co-starring, as a ghost Cartman She had a lot of niggers, but I'm the most charming I got a baby face, but I'm the most harming See ya lady’s face, Darigold carton Tell-Tale Heart, scary old apartment Keep my pistol loaded, and my machete sharpened [Hook]