King Kobra

[Produced by La’ Tray]

[Intro - Rico Escobar]
MTF 2-1 Money Gang
Who dat?
Yo

[Verse 1 - Rico Escobar]
My niggas usual suspects, move through backyards tryin' to duck feds
Like we ain't been to church, bitch ain't nothin' to confess
Whether another man or officer, I couldn't give a fuck less
Type take your half, find a plug and hit they truck next
Grindin' too hungry, we reckless
Let me get the ruler, directing
Still posted hangin' like a necklace
Boy I'm at yo neck shit
I'm codeine, you Dexin
Roll other, comin' down like Texas
Yeah, I'm still runnin' through the trenches and I'm flexin' huh

[Verse 2 - Kinslow]
Somе of the youngins rollin' up, they snort that ketaminе
I been thinkin', look at downtown from the Bellamy
I can't let my people down, it's for my family
Bitch, you wanna sleep with me? I'm straight financially
I got models that gobble me, call it turkey neck
I won't fuck on no hoe if she off the Percocet
Could like Benjamin Button, she look older than she is
Had my bro switch up, call him Kevin Durant
Headcuffs on my wrist soon as I turn 18
Big butt on my bitch with a skinny waist
Yeah, uh, I keep on pourin' and pourin'
I drop the top on the foreign
I got on water, Dasini

[Verse 3 - Yugen No Kami]
Take 20, make money
Innovate, shake tummy's
Great ate, break plates
Hit a vape, fake bummy
To the day, cake on me
Eatin' grapes, good as grace
Wait honey, hate chummy, fake dummies
Hang with that thing on me
Stain when I sang with those fangs
That were plain, brain drain when the rain runnin'
Leavin' stains on the dame, cause my aim funny
Bane of existence, claim no permission
What gain in those chips in?
Veins pushin' piss and patron
When in prison alone, no system to clone
Home bitch, soul rolling plumb when I'm thrown sick
Glow rich, zone when my bones itch, ah!

[Verse 4 - Dillon McCluskey]
Yeah, I'm so sick with it
I told Yugi it's been a minute, had to kill this
Phantom of the Menace
I'm a blockbuster, all this money coming like a stockbroker
I control the waves like I'm a young Al Roker
Oh now they takin' notice
See, they worked up a sweat
The towel's drenched, it's okay to throw it
Yeah, they say I've been that man
Well, okay, I just noticed
See, my real fans follow my ups and downs
They Dow Jonesin'
Well, guess what? I'm back in album mode
And my beats bangin', check your favorite artist catalog
I am no longer B-Rabbit, I'm more like Asher Roth
I get high off life and then I dump the swisher guts
Life is a bitch, but she look good when I pick her up
I'm known for fire baby, I'm too lit not to send it up
You know this drink too strong for me, I gotta mix it up
And once you start treating me average, I gotta mix you up
You better ask about me, first one brought the mic to the trap
Graduated 10 years ago, what makes you think I'm in your class?
I used to spend hours on Rap Genius, now I'm a genius at rap
Hold it at face value when you see me and about face
That means run it back