[Verse 1: Nacho Pica**o]
No drawls on your girl I'm goosing her
God's child but I'm horny as Lucifer
So hung, that she thought I was noosing her
Come her, treat my life like a booster chair
Dark skin, but she Punky Brewster hair
Cut a Mohawk, now she got rooster hair
I hear moaning from the bathroom, who's in there?
Know at least one bow wanna... in there(?)
When I step in the room they think Zeus in here
How I piss them all off, I'm the goose in here
They call me Nacho, just like Libre
Invite your BFF, we can have us a three-way
The lines last forever, we can have us a freeway
I stick to the plan, I'll be downed if I pre-pay
He brave, kissed the mouth full of bj's
She just left the Moor Gang, s**ing
For three days
[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
Merry f**ing Christmas
Let's k** this bottle in like four or five minutes
You stay the night, at least do the f**ing dishes
I say that to the
Misses
You don't like white boys?
I promise you I'm different
You don't know that sh**
Big business, I'm a grown a** kid
You don't notice, you bogus
So let's take a long ride
Hop in the whip, you roll with Sammy tonight
Now tell your man take a hike
[Verse 3: Ryan Campbell]
Kid I'm an artist when I spark it
Pica**o on a bong bowl
It's Rembrandt on a blunt wrap
Got them all singing along though
Flick that Bic my dude, can't you see that it's a snow day
Fingers barely moving, still I Monet when I roll J's
It's ok, take a seat, grab your sleigh, blow that sweet
If we have some problems they melted like snow under our feet
Grown a** kids, still smoking in the cold
Man you only live once, might as well never get old