Wild Boy Remix (feat. 2-Chainz, Meek Mill, Mystikal, French Montana & Yo Gotti)

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 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!

(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

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 (tranparent), 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!

Kells