Ryder - 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
F*ck the fragrance I need chanel
F*ck 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