LIl Polo Da Don's video: Lil Polo Da Don - Kobra w Lyrics

Intro: Free YB Mad Max nigga (see i been fly since like, Fort Pierce Central Days, like. (Fuck the opps nigga) 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 Nigga) like a nigga really gone strike some shit though (GKB shit) I Spot him, i got him nigga. (Blatt) OH YEA! LOAD UP! Hook: Grindin til we rich, it aint 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, nigga get your money up. Nigga im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up. Verse: Bitch i got these streets on lock, nigga ima cobra & all these pussy ass niggas be hatin on me, i know bra. My heart so cold right now, i cant even show love. If i die today, i got faith in my souljas, Aye. Spinnin on these niggas 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 niggas 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 couldnt stand the heat. Hook: Grindin til we rich, it aint 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, nigga get your money up. Nigga im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up. Verse 2: Goin hard in the paint, this aint space jam nigga. Pull up on your block, like here i am nigga. Pop a nigga top, wrap him in surrand nigga. Im Talkin June Tao, i got that Jackie Chan nigga. 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 nigga when you see me, you aint gotta speak. I bet your bitch speak to me. Any nigga i ever dissed, got they ass popped, They aint tell that part. How you say you fuck with me, but fuckin with the opps? Being real aint that hard. Hook: Grindin til we rich, it aint 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, nigga get your money up. Nigga im eatin all these monkeys, fuckin my stomach up. Outro: I heard my nigga snitchin, had to cut him off. Shit hurt my heart my nigga, 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 nigga you changed on me, you cold bra. Pussy ass niggas be hatin on me, i know bra. Niggas be throwin shade on me, i know bra.