Intro: Free YB Mad Max n***a (see i been fly since like, Fort Pierce Central Days, like. (Fuck the opps n***a) Like real cobra shit, but i fucked round and went to Westwood on'em, ya feel me?) Aight Blat yea. Im still a cobra though, like yeah. (G-Shine N***a) like a n***a really gone strike some shit though (GKB shit) I Spot him, i got him n***a. (Blatt) OH YEA! LOAD UP!

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my dick because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know shit get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n***a get your money up. N***a im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up

Verse: Bitch i got these streets on lock, n***a ima cobra & all these pussy ass n***as be hatin on me, i know bra. My heart so cold right now, i can't even show love. If i die today, i got faith in my souljas, Aye
Spinnin on these n***as til they all dead. All this stress, man i might as well have a bald head. Want some sex, got me red hoe with some tall legs. All these Tec's and these Choppas. Cracka go call the FEDS
Put dick in her liver, now she tappin out. All these weak ass pussy n***as rappin now. I dont wanna hear your music, boy you trash, WOW. Wrap that weak shit up and sit your ass down. Molly with the Plan B. Pop this pill. baby im not tryna have no family. You shorted me on your loyalty like a gram of weed. You should've stayed out that kitchen, you couldn't stand the heat

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my dick because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know shit get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n***a get your money up. N***a im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up

Verse 2: Goin hard in the paint, this ain't space jam n***a. Pull up on your block, like here i am n***a. Pop a n***a top, wrap him in surrand n***a. Im Talkin June Tao, i got that Jackie Chan n***a. Im in a freign coupe, i got on Lauren too. This what i was born to do. Hoe this a Gucci sweater, I'll buy you Gucci, whatever, but you gotta do a lil better
My foot on the gas forreal, Spazz on your ass forreal. Extended mag on my hip. Fuck n***a when you see me, you ain't gotta speak. I bet your bitch speak to me. Any n***a i ever dissed, got they ass popped, They ain't tell that part. How you say you fuck with me, but fuckin with the opps? Being real ain't that hard

Hook: Grindin til we rich, it ain't no stoppin us. Got these haters on my dick because im popular. We dont do no facebook rappin, boy lets chop it up. Blue bullets out the 40, like im not a blood
You know shit get shaky baby, get your partner touched. All these hoes around me fakin', but im hard to love. You need money to go to war, n***a get your money up. N***a im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up

Outro: I heard my n***a snitchin, had to cut him off. Shit hurt my heart my n***a, i treated you like my brother dawg. How the fuck you do that to my mother dawg? how the fuck you do that to your brother dawg? Streets turned me into a cobra. Pussy ass n***a you changed on me, you cold bra. Pussy ass n***as be hatin on me, i know bra. N***as be throwin shade on me, i know bra