I'm bout to go cobain

Put a hollow tip to my own brain woah

I can't feel no pain

Xannies got me swerving in the slow lane okay now

My bro got the propane

Wouldn't lie if i said i sold weight

You ain't hittin no stain

30 round mag I leave that hoe drained okay woah

(ooh) i control your soul now

(ooh) put this to your dome now

Smoking on a Newport

Another day a new corpse

Pistol whipping hit ya little

Bitches with that brute force

Sentimental savage shit

Devil's lettuce advocate

We sendin metal at your head

Like fuck around and catch a clip

This that pull up wit my youngins

We be fuckin up the function

Heffyraps music be that make my

New girl old mans bump this

This that i don't give a huh

Bitch i need a hunnid, ay

Get the guap run it, ay

Stacks up out the fuckin bank

I'm bout to go cobain

Put a hollow tip to my own brain woah

I can't feel no pain

Xannies got me swerving in the slow lane okay now

My bro got the propane

Wouldn't lie if i said i sold weight

You ain't hittin no stain

30 round mag I leave that hoe drained okay woah

(ooh) i control your soul now

(ooh) put this to your dome now

Suicide 2 doors

What we making moves for

Talking bout she loyal

Well then what the fuck she nude for

Never was a pacifist

That hoe is a masochist

Pull up on your residence

And hit you with that nana clip

I can't love me no girl if she fuck up my money plan

Shoulda left all of the games with her other man

Met with the devil at night and we shmoney danced

Told me one day i would have me a hunnid stacks

Now the boy run shit, can't fuck wit no bunk shit

She hooked to that substance, in love with the numbness

No limit my budget, i flip at the function

Gon run up and dump clips, come get me some justice

I'm bout to go cobain

Put a hollow tip to my own brain woah

I can't feel no pain

Xannies got me swerving in the slow lane okay now

My bro got the propane

Wouldn't lie if i said i sold weight

You ain't hittin no stain

30 round mag I leave that hoe drained okay, yuh hey