[Hook]
I been working
My ass to the bone
Yah
Im about break
You might hear it snap
All this weight it
Take a toll
Yah
You can try
Kill me
Imma kill you back
Ungh
And i bite like the cobra
Im coiled up
Bitch im venomous
Ungh
Imma strike
Till they know us
I got poison in my mouth
And they envious
[Verse 1]
I dont talk
Less its money
Molly straight
To my jaw
Let the middle finger
Say hi to the opps
I dont fuck around
Lil boy he flex a Glock
Invested in myself
Like Robinhood
I got the stock
Aye
Bitch get off
Of my plate
I got too much
On it
Ion even wanna eat
Matter fact
Im boutta
Throw up
On this beat
And my body
Getting skinny
By the week
Aye
And they say
We play for keeps
So imma keep the bag
And you won't
Get nothing from me
Yea im all about my green
Boy you better pay yo fee
Cause im raising my fists
Im not one to call the police
[Verse 2]
And im making
Bread rise
Like im yeast
And you prolly
Heard my voice
Along the West
And the East
From the North
To the South
And there ain't
Nobody like me
And these
Dirty ass groupies
Ain't attractive in the least
Beats selling
Like apartments
Its a lease
I just played a show
In Bodega Bay
On the beach
Yall are short-handed
My arms got the
Farthest reach
I vanished like Houdini
Then i popped
Back in the scene
Cobra was written by Kaleb Arthur Treis.
Cobra was produced by Masur.