Coke Hyena - Nacho Picasso

Cocaine, cocaína, yayo

Coco, P, whatever you wanna say, bro

I’m a show off, I show out

I’m like Webby’s haircut, I’m blowed out

It’s a snow day, took the snow route

Got a snow bunny, like it’s cold out

Try to hold out, bitch, we don’t go out

I got a gold mouth, bitch, what you know about?

Fish scale — clam chowder

Took a sniff and said wowzers because my pack’s louder

Perhaps your bitch Debbie Downer because she lacks powder

I got max power and I lack doubters

I’m talking soft now, not Roc Nation

Sniff a little off my cock, you Caucasian

Black-facing in this crooked ass cop nation

Just raw tasting and hot rod racing

Screaming «Fuck's satan!», they still call us Masons

I got dumb swag, California Raisins

She say I hurt her stomach, like a bad meal

Shot a movie with your girl, here the gag reel

She sniff hella blow — pop mad pills

She say she’s happy being fake, she get mad real

I got old game, bitch Neo Geo

Money is a must, bitch we the B. O

I got packs man, nigga Filipinos

Break a couple kilos and drink a Pellegrino

Favorite letter in the alphabet: El Amino

I got a fat bitch hanging out the El Camino

All we do is kick it, Tae Kwon Dope, Key-Ra-Te

No middle man, I’m copping from the CIA

Shaved a white girl myself and called her GI Jane

I ain’t really got a limp, but let me see the cane

I ain’t been in love, since we lost Selena

I’m the lion king, lining up my coke hyenas