Cobain

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy, Yuh, Woah Tell 'em they not ready yet Jewish, I pop hella checks (I got checks) Stupid, he ain't use his brains Spill my cup, she leave a stain Kick her out like Messi Mane He go out like Kurt Cobain Uh, Ew, Uh, Ew I hopped on this beat with Will Catch that nigga, run down like it's baseball Have my nigga steal (Steal) You said that you doin' higher numbers Nigga keep it real I make bread and money My profession feel like Bradley Beal [Verse] Shoot, Score, Dunk Nigga, I have my ex goin' playin' with triggers Pink Whitney goin' from down to hеr mouth And it's travelin' down to her liver I avoid hangin' with niggas 'Causе they tryna put it friends right in the picture I don't take no drinks from these hoes (Ew) 'Cause they always makin' a mixture (Yeah) I feel like y'all bros ain't ready for war Shootin' at niggas and keepin' the score Know that we up I ain't keep it no more Why is he trolling we know that he gone? They put a Foolio inside the bong They saying Foolio dropping new songs Know that it's cap cause the Foolio gone Y'all bow down my head pay respect (Yeah) [Bridge] I, don't want nothing but checks I, add on the K to your rep I, put in a shot in the chest I know that it's nothing but bets I dunking on him like it's rec [Chorus] Ayy, Yuh, Woah Tell 'em they not ready yet Jewish, I pop hella checks (I got checks) Stupid, he ain't use his brains Spill my cup, she leave a stain Kick her out like Messi Mane He go out like Kurt Cobain Uh, Ew, Uh, Ew I hopped on this beat with Will Catch that nigga, run down like it's baseball Have my nigga steal (Steal) You said that you doin' higher numbers Nigga keep it real I make bread and money My profession feel like Bradley Beal