text: Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I am Steve-O
  Hahahahahah, ah-hah!
  Cobains back, yeah, Cobains back
  Got all these crazy white boys yelling Cobains back
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me 2 Chainz
  Eat your girl, wear my necklace, call it food chain
  Im a wild boy, been that way for a while boy
  All I kill is beats and pussy, still aint went on trial for it
  Southside, my chain glowing, If them lames going then I aint 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 Meek Milly!
  Stacey Dash but a thicker version , getting head while the engine running, ugh!
  Aye, Im a wild boy, strapped down like a cowboy
  Im really in the game, you just a towel boy
  I pull up in that thang all on them alloys
  With so many karats on, Bugs Bunnyll die for
  Your bitch call me Steve-O, cause I ball like Im D-Rose
  My neck be on sub-zero and I wont 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
  Im rougher than Buckwheats hair, you niggas softer than Jell-O pudding
  I stack them up, I keep counting digits, you falling down to London bridges
  Laughing at you bitches like Na-na boo boo, bitch, cause Im 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 aint gotta tell you how I act on 16
  Gangstas dont 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?
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  R-r-riding with them young boys, rolling up that O-G
  Rather have a hothead than to have some cold feet
  Homeboy its 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, f-f-fresher than a newborn
  They try to sign a whole group, started from the group home
  Moving like a boss move, MGK my dawg, fool
  You know Im a wild boy, cocaine cowboy
  Had a show in Cleveland, law shut it down
  Dropped that gangsta shit, security couldnt control the crowd
  Bitches on that drank, my niggas on that loud
  Niggas talking foul, my pistol talking POW!
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, Im a dope boy
  Top gone where it go boy?
  Lamb fettuccine sauce, inside broccoli
  Got that Machine Gun Kelly and its screamin Cock me
  Everybody shut up Couple of them ready to do it different
  Whenever I tell them bitches to come up And I aint talking bout the stairs, Im talking for air
  Somebody light a blunt up , call me Steve-O bitch, I put a nut up
  In front of your mothers face like its nothing. Puff it till my eyes yellow when Im with them, sun up 
  What I need a shirt for? What I need a shirt for?
  Tatted up from my head to toe like what I need this shirt fo?
  What do I need to work for? I smack the boss at my job, boy
  Fucking hoes like Im Austin Powers giving golden showers, thats wild boy 
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Hahahahahah