Cobra Bite

[Intro: Gunna]

Yah

Aye, yah

[Chorus: Gunna]

Yah, gotta get my money right

Like a 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 wouldn't need a light

I probably wouldn't need a light

[Verse 1: Gunna]

I sold a pack (Sold a pack)

I promise I trapped out that Cul-De-Sac (Cul-De-Sac)

I wish I could bring all my homies back (My homies back)

I wish I could go cop the light jet (I wish)

Got locked up, the police took my property (Damn)

And my cars so I went and bought another cat ('nother cat)

Me and yo bitch had a lotta sex (Yeah)

She got hit from the back like we had a wreck (Skrrt)

She a freaky lil snake with a water cat (Water cat)

Get ten racks, go to Saks, don’t bring nothing back (Nothing back)

It was 50 a show now it’s double that (50)

I invented the flow and you copied that (Copied that)

Shoot you in yo chest that’s a heart attack

Gelato and codeine that’s a starter pack (Starter pack)

I pull up in Compton like "Where Roddy at?" (Where Roddy at?)

All these Ecstasy pills like the 90 crack (90 crack)

[Chorus: Gunna]

Yah, gotta get my money right

Like a 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 wouldn't need a light

I probably wouldn't  need a light

I probably wouldn't need a light

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

Stepping outside wit the Rolex on

Bought a couple stocks off a Forex phone

Eliantte with the ice cream cone

Sliding in the back with the high beams on

Trap got babies like Enfamil

When I’m sliding I keep a stick

Richard Mill on my fucking wrist

It’s that real, we don’t cut the brick

Told y’all how to slide on the opps

16 with a headshot, my young niggas slimy

Dope got me Chinese, I'ma make his bed rock

Shawty said she Lebanese

Riding round with 70, pockets full of dead guap

Took the money out the sack, put the X on his back now a nigga got a dead opp

I put the money on his head, yah

[Chorus: Gunna]

Yah, gotta get my money right

Like a 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 wouldn't need a light

I probably wouldn't need a light