Anime Bae - Nacho Picasso

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case

Her momma don’t like me cause my motherfuckin' head tats

She think I’m goth because I’m always wearin' jet black

These silly bitches wanna gossip bout my eggplant

I pay the cops to be the boss now where my bread at?

All these pussy niggas hate me?

Forget that

You found dead at the same place you stay bout

Where my head at, I’m supposed to be a rap star

These niggas coke dicks, they only try to act hard

I go in her good, I go in her good, nah

You’ll bleed all your fluid

Young niggas’ll pull it

They’ll do it to do it

Them niggas act foolish, you might want to cool it

Them niggas act stupid, they move in a unit

You wanna fear one but you’re not gonna shoot it

Beyond that Gucci some holler at the moon shit

I am a sensei and you are the student

Me I influence and you are influenced

My business is boomin', my cd in ruin

My mistress might move in

My bitches do shrooms and

My bitches exotic, Hawaiian and Cuban

But she is no angel and I am no human

Strapped like the Ewings like Westbrook I’m shootin'

You think I’m gluten

You best keep scootin'

You best keep movin' my witches are brewin'

Bitches is brewin' man, bitches is brewin' man

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case

Her daddy don’t like me he a motherfuckin' dead beat

If it was up to me, I’d get his fuckin' head beat

But I do yoga now and just stopped eating red meat

I’ll wake his daughter up and fuck her out her dead sleep

Niggas tryna to test my patience, I ain’t got none

You want me to give a fuck?

You shoulda brought some

If I’m lookin' like a lick, well I’m not one

It’ll be a cold day in hell, you’ll catch a hot one

An AA with an AK

Player play, me no jk

The AK with the pay pay

In Texas like I’m JJ

Watt

Thots, I got lots

Cruella Deville, I got spots

You run of the mill and I’m not

I’ll run up the bill in your spot

I’ll roll up a bill and sniff yoff

I’ll go for a pill and get chopped

I’m king of the hill, you’ll be a clock

Blood on the floor, you’ll get mopped

Hop on my (?) you’ll get cropped

Hop on my dick, I mean cock

Cut off my hip, you get popped

You don’t wanna die for hip hop

Well do you?

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face?

It’ll be another case

Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face

Don’t you say it to my face?

It’ll be another case

My bae look like anime

Sailor Moon off a gram of yay

Cartoons on a saturday

Grand Monet in the family

Pop shrooms at a cabaret

Woke up in a magnet

Kick it like I’m family

Get it like (?)

A-riba, a-riba

Smoke cheap by my reefer

Cost franklins, Aretha

I need her, I need her

Your re-up my sneakers, I bake 'er, Anita

I could never ever bust in her

I could never ever trust in her

I could never be in love with her

I can’t even share my drugs with her