Cobain

[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 her mouth
And it's travelin' down to her liver
I avoid hangin' with niggas
'Cause 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