COBRA Lyrics

Got JPG in my tapestry

I made like 24 bags this week

Diamonds on my new platinum piece

If it ain't bout money don't chat to me

Wake up, get high, go back to sleep

Wake up, get high, go back to sleep

Ha, stop harrassing me

I take that acid at Glastonbury

Rev up the porsche ain't sober

Suck me off in that motor

I was on a trek got bit by a cobra

Now I got powers like nova

Coming like Kevin I'm home alone

Might tell a bad bitch come over

Said if your new man tries blowing your phone

Just say I'm with Casanova

They know that I'm keeping it elegant

They gotta make me the new president

You might be a G to the little-uns

But what is a G to a veteran

They might try and pull out the evidence

Your honour, where is the relevance

I still got a closet of skeletons

And I ain't got a shovel to bury em

I put the scene in crisis

I make the freaks excited

I show my face on camera

Don't even need disguises

I got the lean 500

And I got the weed same prices

Walk on the street with purpose

That's what my best advice is

I might take your bitch on my odyssey

Tell the PM that I'll shit on his policies

This is that shit they don't wanna see

Honestly you don't compare to the prodigy

I lead and they follow me

I got 21 freaks I don't need the monogamy

I don't need the pornography

I got freaks that are calling me

And I feel in my zone

Got the groupies on me and my bros

I got 44 foreign hoes

And we're getting way too high

But she tell me keep it on the low

And my bro cooking on the stove

You can't fit these birds in a limousine

Now my phone don't stop ringing, these hoes are killing me

I gotta leave the vicinity

And I got drink by the centilitre

I can't fit all these hoes in a seven seater

Had a sip of the remedy that's when I fell asleep

Counting sheep to the melody

Fuck the fragrance I need chanel

Fuck the cologne I think I need chanel

You got a husband I swear I won't tell

Prada my jacket it's on the lappels, rrr