[Intro]

Lot of rappers talking that shit, not enough doing that shit

You know what I'm saying?

[Verse 1]

Yeah, people acting like I ain't a fucking criminal (aight bruh)

Like I ain't never doing dirt though

Prolly ‘cause the way I'm doing shit is clinical

Yeah

But I've been putting in some work, brah

I see you looking at me cynical (stop looking at me)

I ain’t fucking with your smirk, hoe (it's condescending)

We been doing shit despicable (no sleep)

But we just keep it on the low, for example

Walk in to the movie with my pants full

Twix, bag of chips, plus a snapple

Stealing all the shampoos from the hotel's pretty bathrooms

Cheating, I've been peeking in the classroom

Looking like a nice guy, till I take your motherfucking Wi-Fi

And torrent every single song in my library

Then I drive while very fucking high by everybody

While my lady licking my five-inch dick

[Hook]

White crime (white crime)

White crime (white crime)

Yeah, we 'bout that, do a lot of dirt, never doubt that

Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap

Love to make they mouth flap

When it come to Burd, know he spout facts

You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah

[Verse 2]

Doing business at the airport (I travel a lot for work)

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 what 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, fingers straight crossed

Thinking Dave's soft but I know you see me jaywalking

Piss in public, no caution

Halloween bucket, take one, fuck you thinking Dave was?

Give me all your motherfucking chocolate, ho

(Fuck you gonna 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...

[Hook]

White crime (white crime)

White crime (white crime)

Yeah, we 'bout that, do a lot of dirt, never doubt that

Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap

Love to make they mouth flap

When it come to Burd, know he spout facts

You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah

[Verse 3]

Even though the speeding limit sixty-five

I'm doing seventy-five without a seat belt on

And I've been texting, driving reckless

I was seventeen 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 eighteen, statutory raping

This little hoe, 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’s cans 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...

[Hook]

White crime (white crime)

White crime (white crime)

Yeah, we 'bout that, do a lot of dirt, never doubt that

Lotta rap twerps love to shout crap

Love to make they mouth flap

When it come to Burd, know he spout facts

You gon’ learn what I'm 'bout, brah