CobbSalad

Snatch your shawty hair up Tell her bring a chair up Cheer up i only put truth inside your stirrup Bussin down the pack and prolly passin on the syrup Im sick but this heat make the sinus clear up Rap game fakin niggas sus like Clay Aiken I'm just tryna feed the fam cheese eggs and turkey bacon But shit ain't easy when you walkin life wit satan Niggas full of it got bullshit inflated Skate brands on the shirt i got tricks up my sleeve And hoes still wanna fuck i got tricks up my sleeve I work it out like PE Between the legs like Kyrie Then drive off to the next B I'm too cold to be sweatin shit Real niggas lose they soul on this rappin shit In the streets like Frogger Rest of ya'll rest behind bloggers I don't know if you runnin shit or just some really fast joggers Either way Honor Roll ain't down wit that na na na Bryce B keep smokin that la la la And KFG told me fuck a nine to five Westside Pill bottle knock da seal off Bean lookin like Emperor Pilaf Told my mom i had 2 get this shit off She busy watchin' Judge Mathis So i hit the atlas fit crispier than catfish Fed Way general we underground like ore But i love Fed Way to the mineral Hop out the Ac into a new Jag Then hop right back in the Ac make it a new fad You mad? I keep your bitch wet like a wash rag got damn Grippin' da crutch like it's my last toke But stay wit purp like the shirt on Gary Oak The other rappers are... jesters without the jokes Innanet tryna make these bands Til it's like i can't miss i got Kobe hands On my solo cop a gram from Bolo Now i'm on my high horse not that Polo but that Django It's HR bitches want second chances To hang like broke branches But we ain't got time for broke bastards My raps must be a bad bitch The way these niggas feelin it i must admit