White Crime

Lot of rappers talking that shit, not enough doing that shit You know what I'm saying? Yeah, people acting like I ain't a fucking criminal (a'ight, bruh) Like I ain't never doing dirt though Probably 'cause the way I'm doing shit is clinical But I've been putting in some work, bruh I see you looking at me cynical (stop looking at me) I ain't fucking with your smirk, ho (it's condescending) We've been doing shit despicable (don't sleep) But we just keep it on a low, for example Walk into the movie with my pants full Twix, bag of chips, plus a Snapple Stealing all the shampoo's, from the hotel's pretty bathrooms Cheating, I've been peaking in the classroom Looking like a nice guy, 'til I take your motherfucking Wi-Fi Torrent every single song in my library Then I drive while very fucking high by everybody While my lady licking my five-inch dick White crime (white crime) White crime (white crime) Yeah, we 'bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, brah Doing business at the airport At security, I ain't fraught Lot of shit up in my JanSport Six ounce of the face wash (the limit three) My duffle bigger then the can board (that's a big ass bag) My shuffle on during take off (she don't know) Will I help in an emergency? Yeah, sure Exit row, finger straight crossed Thinking Dave soft But I know you see me J-walking Piss in public, no caution Halloween bucket? Take one, fuck you thinking Dave was? Give me all your motherfucking chocolate, ho (fuck you gon' do?) At the stop sign, never fully stopping though Filling water cups up, with a lot of coke (fuck you gon' do?) Egging homes, motherfucker, a lot of yolk (your whole block) Not alone up in this motherfucker, a lot of folks, been doing White crime (white crime) White crime (white crime) Yeah, we 'bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, brah Even though the speeding limit 65 I'm doing 75 without a seat belt on And I've been texting, driving reckless I was 17 when I first tried a Guinness, on the tennis team We used to haze a lot of freshmen Lil Dicky put a hoop up in the street Without obtaining permission From the city and every Christmas day I'm going to cinemas with single tickets to single flicks But go to additional pictures, sorry, but your boy is malicious And back when I was 18, statutory raping This little ho, even though we was dating And if I am taking public transportation On the quiet train, I might have a conversation Fuck it, I'm the man Putting trash up in some other people can's though At the work fridge, stealing can Coke And up at the holiday party, I'm grinding colleagues on the dance floor Dick been rubbing against their assholes, say it's not White crime (white crime) White crime (white crime) Yeah, we 'bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps love to shout crap Love to make they mouth flap When it come to Burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, brah