Lyrics

Rest in peace Kurt Cobain (What's your name?) (East) (Ayy, put your tag right there, Padron) Yeah, I pull up on niggas like Deebo the bully, amigo New dope in the needle Ooh, this is that fentanyl, it's lethal You pussy, you feeble, you snitched on your people Ooh, shoot your cerebral and leave you, I'm evil I just told the reaper to keep you Ooh, the devil wear Prada, the God in a mink I'm on top, I'm that mo'fuckin' steeple Ooh, your rhetoric's trash, I spit on confederate flags You know my etiquette's bad I don't trust bitches or crackers that carry a badge (ah, ah) I spazz then I bury the track (yeah) Bitch, you a fad, you are just wearing a mask You know you're sparing the facts The bully from Camp Crystal Lake, I don't bury the hatchet I carry an axe, ooh (scrrrrrra) Roll up the dope and insert the flame Sipping liquor to curve the pain Whip the Caddy and swerve terrains Never utter my words in vain He was dead 'til the surgeon came I can wrestle a hurricane, ain't no mercy, I murk you lames Clear the way, bitch, I'm merging lanes In this bitch with the murder gang Same guns that killed Kurt Cobain, nigga, uh (prrr, prrr) Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As a known enemy (no) As you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As a known enemy Yeah, ooh, I pull up on niggas like John Wick Army guns with the drum kits (prrr) Dick in the palm of this blonde bitch (uh) The bully, I come for the conflict (yeah) I will stick this knife inside your arm pit (ah) I woke up like this, I was born sick In between her legs until her groin rip (oh) I get head like a coin flip (yup) Rappers'll leave in a bag, niggas ain't fucking with me, that's a fact If you think that you are, man, you reaching, that's cap I fuck a bitch on the beach in Iraq Ooh, these niggas new slaves, put him in dirt Hit your toupee, send ya bitch a bouquet The wolves gotta eat and y'all soufflé Caught a couple L's, "That's cool, J" Now I bounce back, pouring D'Ussé Turn up on a Tuesday, in a bitch mouth like a toothache (oh) Squares want beef, that's cube steak K kick push like Lupe, nine hold six, four-deuce tray 15 shots, front news page, this that new wave Y'all niggas fugazi, for the two-face Dig two graves, twist a niggas cap like toothpaste (oh, oh, oh) Kurt Cobain with the gauge, let the tool spray Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As a known enemy (no) As you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As a known enemy
Writer(s): Jerome Williams, Jonny Coffer, Jamie Scott, Rory Charles Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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