Cobra Bite Gunna (Ft. Roddy Ricch)

[Intro: Gunna]
Yah
Aye, yah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yah, gotta get my money right
Like, I gamble, I roll the dice
Speed, I roll like a motorbike
I’m strapped like a cobra bite
So high I don’t know the height
Go down when I board the flight
My diamonds hitting in the night
I probably won’t need a light
I probably won’t need a light

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I sold a pack
I promised I’d trap out that Cul-De-Sac
I wish I could bring all my homies back
I wish I could go cop the [?] jet
Got locked up, the police took my property
And my cars so I went and bought another cat
Me and yo bitch had a lotta sex
She got hit from the back like we had a wreck
She a freaky lil snake with a water cat
Get ten racks go to Saks, don’t bring nothing back
It was 50 a show now it’s double that
I invented the flow and you copied that
Shoot you in yo chest that’s a heart attack
Gelato and codeine that’s a starter pack
I pulled up with codeine like where Roddy at
All these Ecstasy pills like the 90 crack