La Cobra lyrics
by That Mexican OT
[intro]
(I'm going to Rob's house)
Que la cobra es venenosa y no quiero hacerla enojar
Le voy a tocar una c*mbia y sé que la voy a encantar
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
I might f*ck around and pop a jigga, this ho make me bop a little
f*ckin' on your b*tch, I'll make that lil' ho tell you, "Bye, lil' n*gga"
I push up looking sporty with this 40 and make his face blow
But I'm beatin' up these n*ggas, got me screamin' f*ck a Draco
I'm Southside steppin', checkin' any section
If they got a problem with me, b*tch, I'm ready for beef
I f*ck and I nut, b*tch, I'm ready to eat
I got hustle in me, I don't want it for free
b*tch, I got thangs that I gotta get off my chest
I got people that's wantin' me dead
But they know I'm exchangin' the lead (Right on)
Not JFK, get him hit broad day
Leave him dead, boy, like a double cup full of purple rain
Bullets run through his vertebrae, gun him down with a dirty K
I'm from Dirty Bay where we do it the murder way
No, I ain't here to play, I'm here to catch a play
I might just hit his frame and i knock out his f*ckin' brain
I'ma count up on a mil', then I count another mil' again
Spin around your block and then I spin around your block again
I'ma knock that lil' ho down and then I knock that lil' ho down again
Take her back right to the trap and guess what, cuz? I knocked her down again
[Interlude]
Que la cobra es venenosa y no quiero hacerla enojar
Le voy a tocar una c*mbia y sé que la voy a encantar
[Verse 2: DRODi]
I'll knock your brains out, ho, I'm packin' pistols, smokin' dro
I'm on my Mexican-ass sh*t, I'll plug you in for the low
So if you need it, I got it, and if it's clean, I'ma cop it
And when I need my di*k sucked, I call your b*tch, 'cause she rock it
Catch a play or a body, either way, I'm about it
I ain't trippin' what you sayin', just don't come out of pocket
File my case for complete, smokin' twenty for a G
I only like expensive weed, man, I don't smoke cheap (For real)
Yeah, 'cause, b*tch, I ain't cheap, I'm eatin' steaks all week
You'd think that she wanna marry me, keep your b*tch on her knees
Make a ho say please, even a b*tch with degrees
I done sold so much weed, I could've filled up the sea
It's that big DRODi, the whole city know me
No, I don't smoke Swishers, only papers and leaves
I keep some Cadillac keys, I only ride Forgis
And if you want a whole piece, sh*t, they start at four G's, huh
[Outro]
Que la cobra es venenosa y no quiero hacerla enojar
Le voy a tocar una c*mbia y sé que la voy a encantar