Kobe

[Intro]
('MVJ, what you on, nigga?)
(K9)

[Chorus:]
First shootout this week, I ain't goin' in the house 'till I get like 3
Slidin' in the Skat with a Mac in the back 'cause I heard niggas lookin' for me
Swerving in traffic, I'on care what'chu do lil' bruh, keep yo' eyes on that Jeep
My youngin' a king in a pair of some Jordans, he slidin' with .223's
Lil' robber caught a murder, but just like Zaytoven, you know that case gon' get beat
Them crackers'll hang you jitt, put yo' head to your feet
We move like the army, I feel like a farmer, nigga I’m lookin' for beef
Jitt, you not a threat, 'cause boy if you were woulda' been pulled up to your street
Woulda' been pulled up wit the heat
Woulda' been made you use your feet
Slam a opp with a chop like O'Nеal (Shaq)
Feel like Curry, I’m shooting a 3
I’m the same jitt from back in thе G
Niggas know ain’t no lackin' with me
And all the opps like Tyler Perry, them niggas be acting to me

[Verse:]
Step in the room with 3 shottas', all together like 50-some' bodies
All 3 off perkies and Molly, and you know we in love with them choppas'
Hopped out of the back of a steamer
These Balenci's look just like Adidas
Cold heart, but I stay with a heater
And I bet on my stripes like a zebra
Double C’s, got Chanel on my shirt
Play crazy, get popped like a perc
Every morning, I pray for the best
Every night, I prepare for the worst
I don’t wanna get put on a shirt
I don’t wanna get put in the dirt
Know they gonna be crying and hurting, but fuck it, I’m a hot boy like Durk
I got it all on my own
Post on the block with my stone
Why you left me all alone?
Surrounded by steppas, I got control
Like 6ix9ine, you a troll
Niggas be acting like hoes
All in my business, all in my pockets, damn big bruh, you old
Nigga I get it and split it, ayy
We get them stolens and did it, ayy
You ain’t getting money, then you in the way
You just a groupie hoe, you not my bae
Run up on me, get shot in the face
7.62, fell in love with the K
Run up on me and you play, you lay
Ain’t gonna be room for Instagram thuggin' in that grave, nigga

[Interlude:]
Dead ass niggas
Leeky ass died on that lean, his bitch ass croaked, fuck nigga
Big 6 from the bricks, nigga
Nigga be doin' all that Instagram thuggin', ain’t getting no get back
Fuck nigga, fuck you niggas talkin 'bout?

[Chorus:]
First shootout this week, I ain't goin' in the house 'till I get like 3
Slidin' in the Skat with a Mac in the back 'cause I heard niggas lookin' for me
Swerving in traffic, I'on care what'chu do lil' bruh, keep yo' eyes on that Jeep
My youngin' a king in a pair of some Jordans, he slidin' with .223's
Lil' robber caught a murder, but just like Zaytoven, you know that case gon' get beat
Them crackers'll hang you jitt, put yo' head to your feet
We move like the army, I feel like a farmer, nigga I’m lookin' for beef
Jitt, you not a threat, 'cause boy if you were woulda' been pulled up to your street
Woulda' been pulled up wit the heat
Woulda' been made you use your feet
Slam a opp with a chop like O'Neal (Shaq)
Feel like Curry, I’m shooting a 3
I’m the same jitt from back in the G
Niggas know ain’t no lackin' with me
And all the opps like Tyler Perry, them niggas be acting to me (fuckin' goofies)