Kobra Kai

[Intro: Trippie Redd] Yeah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeah, pourin' up that drank, losin’ track of time I was with your bitch, tryna bump and grind Knew that you was foo, had to read between the lines And we came from that trap, peekin' through the blinds [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Rep the 1 and 4, Moncler bubble coat I'm ’bout to buy Versace loafs If she ain't a ten then she gotta go I like buyin' designer clothes, beat his ass, Kobra Kai I'ma send him to the sky, are you afraid to die? All you gotta do is try I'm a demon in the motherfuckin' night In a double R, lil' bitch, I remember ridin' the bike I was smokin’ on these blue Nеrdz, it got a nigga high Boy, I’m higher than a spaceship, you high like a kitе But my brother told me, "Keep that stick," like a damn dyke Moncler, Rick Owens, got the pretty bitches goin' See you callin’, I ignore it, I can't hear you, my drank pourin' [Chorus: Trippie Redd & BIG30] Yeah, pourin' up that drank, losin’ track of time I was with your bitch, tryna bump and grind Knew that you was foo, had to read between the lines And we came from that trap, peekin' through the blinds (The blinds) [Verse 2: BIG30] I'm a killer, look my in my eyes, I'm gangster to the core (The core) I post up on the block all day 'til my feet sore (Block, sore) If I pop another Percocet, might fuck around and snore (Snore) Put that hammer on your ass (Your ass), I tote that four pound like Thor (Thor) I got seven rings on like my last name Brady (Seven, Brady) I fuck pretty bitches daily (Daily), I think your ho come from Haiti (She Haitian) I'm higher than a baby (A baby), pop all these percs, my bitch hate it (Datin') Pop out in all my ice in (Yeah), they gon' offer me eighty (Brr) Free Shiesty, he hit up 2 and got 5, he know he skated (He skated) I'm eatin' Churches in a Lamborghini, a project baby (Baby) I grew up in the haven (Haven), not one of the safest places (Places) They know how we get down (Yeah), all the dope (Gas), guns, and high speed chases (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) [Chorus: Trippie Redd & BIG30] Yeah, pourin' up that drank, losin' track of time (Time) I was with your bitch (Bitch, nigga), tryna bump and grind (Grind) Knew that you was foo (Bitch, nigga), had to read between the lines (Lines)