作词 : David Burd/Roger Goodman
 作曲 : David Burd/Roger Goodman
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 ****ing 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, bruh
I see you looking at me cynical (stop looking at me)
I ain't ****ing with your smirk, ho (it's condescending)
We've been doing shit despicable (don't sleep)
But we just keep it on the low, for example
Walk into 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 mother****ing Wi-Fi
And torrent every single song in my library
Then I drive while very ****ing 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, know we spout facts
You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, bruh
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 soft but I know you see me jaywalking
Piss in public, no caution
Halloween bucket? take one, **** you thinking Dave was?
Give me all your mother****ing chocolate, ho (**** you gon' do?)
At the stop sign, never fully stopping though
Filling water cups up with a lot of Coke (**** you gon' do?)
Egging homes, mother****er, a lot of yolk (Your whole block)
Not alone up in this mother****er, 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, know we spout facts
You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, bruh
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
**** 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...

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, know we spout facts
You 'gon learn what I'm 'bout, bruh