Kobra lyrics

Intro: Free YB Mad Max n*gga (see i been fly since like, Fort Pierce Central Days, like. (f*ck the opps n*gga) Like real cobra sh*t, but i f*cked round and went to Westwood on'em, ya feel me?) Aight Blat yea. Im still a cobra though, like yeah. (G-Shine n*gga) like a n*gga really gone strike some sh*t though (GKB sh*t) I Spot him, i got him n*gga. (Blatt) OH YEA! LOAD UP!

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my di*k because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know sh*t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n*gga get your money up. n*gga im eatin all these monkeys, f*ckin my stomach up

Verse: b*tch i got these streets on lock, n*gga ima cobra & all these pus*y ass n*ggas be hatin on me, i know bra. My heart so cold right now, i can't even show love. If i die today, i got faith in my souljas, Aye
Spinnin on these n*ggas til they all dead. All this stress, man i might as well have a bald head. Want some sex, got me red hoe with some tall legs. All these Tec's and these Choppas. Cracka go call the FEDS
Put di*k in her liver, now she tappin out. All these weak ass pus*y n*ggas rappin now. I dont wanna hear your music, boy you trash, WOW. Wrap that weak sh*t up and sit your ass down. Molly with the Plan B. Pop this pill. baby im not tryna have no family. You shorted me on your loyalty like a gram of weed. You should've stayed out that kitchen, you couldn't stand the heat

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my di*k because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know sh*t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n*gga get your money up. n*gga im eatin all these monkeys, f*ckin my stomach up

Verse 2: Goin hard in the paint, this ain't space jam n*gga. Pull up on your block, like here i am n*gga. Pop a n*gga top, wrap him in surrand n*gga. Im Talkin June Tao, i got that Jackie Chan n*gga. Im in a freign coupe, i got on Lauren too. This what i was born to do. Hoe this a Gucci sweater, I'll buy you Gucci, whatever, but you gotta do a lil better
My foot on the gas forreal, Spazz on your ass forreal. Extended mag on my hip. f*ck n*gga when you see me, you ain't gotta speak. I bet your b*tch speak to me. Any n*gga i ever dissed, got they ass popped, They ain't tell that part. How you say you f*ck with me, but f*ckin with the opps? Being real ain't that hard

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my di*k because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know sh*t get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n*gga get your money up. n*gga im eatin all these monkeys, f*ckin my stomach up

Outro: I heard my n*gga snitchin, had to cut him off. sh*t hurt my heart my n*gga, i treated you like my brother dawg. How the f*ck you do that to my mother dawg? how the f*ck you do that to your brother dawg? Streets turned me into a cobra. pus*y ass n*gga you changed on me, you cold bra. pus*y ass n*ggas be hatin on me, i know bra. n*ggas be throwin shade on me, i know bra