Belak - Cobra lyrics
[Belak - Cobra lyrics]
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
I don't talk less it's money
Molly straight to my jaw
Let the middle finger say hi to the opps
I don't 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
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
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
I don't talk less it's money
Molly straight to my jaw
Let the middle finger say hi to the opps
I don't 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
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