Wild Boy

Cobain's back, yeah Cobain's back Got all these crazy white boys yelling Cobain's back Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o I'm a wild boy, I'm a I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's (Yeah) (2-chainz!) Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me 2-chainz Eat your girl, wear my necklace, call it food chain I'm a wild boy, been that way for a while boy All I kill is beats and pussy, still ain't went on trial for it South side, my chain glowing If them lames going, then I ain't going My aim good, my pistol dirty Chopper clean them like dish detergent Kobe Bryant, but the sicker version Big meech, but the spitter version Stacey dash, but a thicker version Getting head while the engine running Ugh! (Meek Milly) (Mm-maybach music) (Aye) I'm a wild boy, strapped down like a cowboy I'm really in the game, you just a towel boy I pull up in that thang all on them alloys With so many carrots on, bugs bunny'll die for Your bitch call me Steve-o, cause I ball like I'm d-rose My neck be on sub-zero, and I won't save her, no hero My wrist done cost me a maro, got your whip on my wrist You keep my name in your mouth, but it keep your bitch on my dick Nigga! Bitch, I got my beanie and my hoodie Here go the dick, bet you know where to put it I'm harder than buckwheat's head You niggas softer than jello pudding I stack them up, I keep counting digits You falling down to London bridges Laughing at you bitches like nana-booboo Bitch, cause I'm back up in here I rip it up, I put it down when it get mean 2 chain, meek mill with the nicotine French Montana and machine gun Kelly I ain't gotta tell you how I act on 16 Gangsta’s don’t dance no more Pussy ass nigga better stay in his place How many times you seen one fucking rapper Kill so many mother fucking rappers with an 8? R-r-r-r-riding with them young boys, rolling up that o-g Rather have a hothead, then to have some cold feet Homeboy it's a new day, all my jewels is blu-ray On your wife like cool j, beat it up like the new dre Money here be too grown, fresher than a newborn They try to sign a whole group, started from the group home Moving like a boss move, mgk my dog fool You know I'm a wild boy, cocaine cowboy (Chea) (Yeah) Had a show in Cleveland, law shut it down Dropped that gangsta shit, security couldn't control the crowd Bitches on that drink, my niggas on that loud Niggas talking fowl? my pistol talking pow! Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I'm a dope boy Top gone (transparent), where it go boy? Lamb feta cheese sauce inside broccoli Got that machine gun Kelly and it’s screamin' cock me Everybody shut up (shut up) Couple of them ready to do it different whenever I tell them bitches to come up (come up) And I ain't talking for the stares, I'm talking for air (gasp) somebody light a blunt up (blunt up) Call me Steve-o bitch, I put a nutt up to in front of your mother's face like it's nothing Puff it till' my eyes yellow when I'm with them sun up (what up?) What I need a shirt fo? what I need a shirt fo? Tatt'ed up from my head to toe like what I need this shirt fo? What do I need to work fo? I smack the boss at my job, boy Fucking hoes like I'm Austin powers, giving golden showers, that's wild boy! (Kellz) I'm a wild boy