Cobras lyrics

[Intro]
Man you know these lil n*ggas ain't gettin' money
(Yea Chillin go crazy)
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha, ah, ha-ha-ha-ha, ah--
Uh--, ha-ha-ha-ha, ah, ha-ha-ha--

[Verse]
n*ggas was talking 'bout smoke but he ain't slide yet (He ain't slide yet)
How the f*ck I blow at the opp's and and I ain't die yet? (Uh huh, slide)
n*ggas really could spend five bands, then he dead (Cough, cough, cough)
I'm finna smoke him down n*gga, then get me a lil Mac (Ha-ha-ha)
n*gga stay dissing on our gang, well n*gga that's over (Yeah that's over)
b*tch ass n*ggas I can't entertain, I thought I told you, yeah (I thought I told you n*gga)
'K Finna blow his lil brain, put him in a coma-coma-coma-coma
He with them p***y ass n*ggas, I'm with them soldiers (Lets go)
n*ggas be so damn bad, want a feat for twenty dollars (Hahaha)
Yеah, he pulled up tryna fight, I brought that choppa (Haha, yeah)
I might f*ck around, spray at thе coppa's, uh hu-uh huh, huh, yeah
I'm with yo' b*tch, yeah, bands gon' make her gobble
Plug say, "Oxy' just came in" yeah, perfect timing (Lets go)
Is that really ten bands? yeah just count it
I wanna blow that b*tch so bad, just like a pornstar
Yeah, cobras wit' me and they ready, n*gga ya' gon' die (Ha, ha)
(h-h-h-haha)