[Intro]
On the street, n***as got a lot of weaknesses
Some money, greed, fame, jealousy
But most of the time it's bitches

[Verse 1]
It's these two n***as, named "C" and "J"
They both gettin’ money off weed and yay
Young fly n***as, rockin’ Rollies drivin' Beemers
Clothes brand new, always fresh out the cleaners
One night they hit a bar, poppin’ bottles, goin' in
They spot this bad bitch, at the bar with her friend
"C" like: I’m bout to get her, "J" like: nah
Jokin' sayin’: bro, she probably want a big dog
"C" step to her, he was mesmerized
By her thick thighs and light brown eyes
She had on heels and a presidential Rollie like his
Judgin’ off that, she was doin’ something big
He say: my name "C.", she like: they call me Cobra
Cause she stay in snakeskin, shit.. jumpin’ out the Rover
Raise in Minnesota, relocated to the "D"
He gettin’ mo' interested after every drink

[Interlude 1]
C: Yeah, you talkin’ good.. but I know you’re not good for me
Yeah you just gonna spend all my cheese
Goin’ here and now
I ain’t with all of that, I’m bout my business baby
Cobra: I’m the type of bitch you need, I heard that you get money
C: It’s that right, huh?
Cobra: That’s right!
C: Well we gon' see
Cobra: A'ight
C: A'ight
[Verse 2]
So "C." and Cobra been kickin’ it, doin’ expressive shit
He poppin’ to "J." like she just another freaky bitch
He really catchin' feelings, he can’t control
He spend a time wit' ol' girl, layin' up missin' dough
So "C." tell her to drop off money to "J."
She met him at the stash house it’s kinda out of the way
She gave him the money and got to flirtin'
And he caught on to it and poured them drinks while he smirkin’
You know what happen next, he hit her on the sink
She like : Please, you can’t tell your man "C."
He like : Bet, he just wanna keep fuckin'
Your secret safe on me, I ain’t gon' tell dude nothin’
So she get the truck in, walkin’ with the devilish grin
"J." already plottin’ bout hittin’ again
He figure she just "C." hoe, it ain’t a crime
She start somethin’ up but the pussy got him blind

[Interlude 2]
Cobra: Word around town is you the help.. "J." say he the man
"J.": Oh, straight up? Nahh you lyin'
That's my man, I'ont believe that shit
Cobra: All facts
"J.": Naw he ain't.. fuck nah, bitch you lyin'
Cobra: Fuck I gotta lie for?
I'm the realist bitch you know
And I just dropped off twenty stacks and he says it's all his
"J.": I'm bout to call my mans
You bullshittin'
Cobra: Call him!
[Verse 3]
So "C." call "J." like: Straight up bro?
You bad-mouthin' me to these freak ass hoes
"J." like: what you talkin’ bout? Soundin' lost
You was trynna get to Cobra when she drop that cash off
He like : Hell nah! She gave me the ass
"C." like: Oh you fucked? In his feelings soundin' mad
"C." hung up, "J." pulled up on his block
They got into a scuffle, they even pulled out Glocks
"C." been feelin' certain ways about "J.", cause he think "J." be low-kee taxin’ on the yay
"J." sped off and hit the stash house
He saw the door kicked in with all the glass out
He ran in and everything was stole
He instantly thought: Cobra.. damn, she played us like hoes
They was too blinded by a bitch cause her walk was mean
She turn them boys against each other and now she wiped ‘em out clean

[Outro]
This bitch just a snake, so I nick name The Cobra
This bitch just a snake, so I nick name The Cobra
This bitch just a snake, so I nick name The Cobra
This bitch just a snake, so I nick name The Cobra