Video Cobra Bite de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Cobra Bite Lyrics

[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
[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
I probably won’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 back with the high beams on
Trap got babies like Enfamil
When I’m sliding I keep a stick
Richard Mil on my fucking wrist
It’s that [?] 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, imma 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, 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