Cobain

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