KURT COBAIN NEEDS HIS BASSIST BACK (feat. NoLimitsMo)

Uh Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Blowin' that chopper 100, ayy Uh, I heard Cobain need his bassist back So, bitch, we gon' go ahead get him one (Get him one) On the hip is always where I keep my gun F*ck an opp, pussy boy, I had to get 'em done (I had to get 'em done) F*ck a friend 'cause she always want benefits Caught her eyes glowin' when she lookin' at my wrist Both of us gone, yeah, we off some crazy shit Backdoor robbin, I just pulled up at your crib (Pulled up at your crib) I was fuckin' 'round for a minute, then Slugzz went ahead there and then done picked me up (Picked me up) Call my number, you can't find me, bitch, I changed it up Fuckin' with the gang, gon' be outta luck (Outta luck) Fuckin' with the gang and you outta luck Rap diablo on the features and you know it all All your verses don't compare now you know what's up Oppenheimer on the tracks the way I blow it up You don't know how much I hate you, you don't know that you my foe Might not seem like it, but I wanna make it more known Posting all these problems at a time, I think you fake it I wanna fuckin' end your life, 'cause Kurt needs a bassist No one gives a shit about your failed love life No one gives a shit about the things that make you cry No one gives a shit about your feelings towards your opps When I see you it's on sight, bitch, don't call the cops Imma be the motherfuckin' villain, imma tell you what you did, and you will pay for making it feel like a scam You don't know the stupid little things I thought about whenever you would post some dumb ass fuckin' shit up on the Gram Saying he's gonna fuckin' cut all contact, no he won't It seems like there's no fuckin' brain in that dome (Posting all these problems at a time, I think you fake it) (I wanna fuckin' end your life, 'cause Kurt needs a bassist) Posting all these problems at a time, I think you fake it I wanna fuckin' end your life, 'cause Kurt needs a bassist No one gives a shit about your failed love life No one gives a shit about the things that make you cry No one gives a shit about your feelings towards your opps When I see you it's on sight, bitch, don't call the cops Imma be the motherfuckin' villain, imma tell you what you did, and you will pay for making it feel like a scam Uh, I heard Cobain need his bassist back So, bitch, we gon' go ahead get him one On the hip is always where I keep my gun F*ck an opp, pussy boy, I had to get 'em done F*ck a friend 'cause she always want benefits Caught her eyes glowin' when she lookin' at my wrist Both of us gone, yeah, we off some crazy shit Backdoor robbin, I just pulled up at your crib