'89 Dope Spot - Nacho Picasso

I match my niggas but I still feel niggaless

I’m the black Caesar, my fade like Caligula’s

Just got on my feet like I fractured my fibulas

Finally got some paper and mashed on the frivolous

Chivalry is dead, put that ass on my stimulus

Give my dick a kiss then I mash on your mini miss

Hope your nigga spin and crash off the skinny cliff

Get a whiff of this, probably half think I’m Jimmy Cliff

Smokin' good kush, that’s if you catch my drift

Wearin' Marty McFlys, I smash on that nigga Biff

I didn’t win it, 'til I nigga rigged it

Rap’s Tony Bennett, bony, ignant, OG, bigot

If her booty’s big enough I’d probably do a midget

Just throw her in my kitchen, like ooh that’s fuckin' bitchin'

I snatch her by her weave, bust a good one in her kitchen

Now she need a perm, I ain’t even ask permission

Ho said she never comin' back, I said, «I hope not»

Pussy batter ram like an '89 dope spot

8, 8, '89 dope spot

8, 8, '89 dope spot

She’ll suck your cock but she’ll also do blow off it

Fuck hot topic bitch I’m so off topic

I’ma chop shop it, drop top it, pop pop it

Drink this molotov cocktail, dog stop it

Fuck Toby, it’s Nacho Kente

Fucked every female and your fam machete

And I don’t speak Spanish but damn I leche

Any lil' bitch’s trust fund that let me

And I don’t take vitamins or eat my veggies

Just stay in her vajayjay just like a wedgie

Got drunk and started rantin', somethin' like Ray J

Said it’s the money team, bitch, roll up or get away

These niggas catchin' Zs like they’re Zorro The Gay Blade

These suckers say they’re wavy, couldn’t surf on my brain wave