COSMO

Yeah, uh Uh, uh (Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger) Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Pull up with the grr, pow, onomatopoeia Hopping out the Burban, big body like Madea Put some holes in him, now he spotted like a cheetah How the fuck you living? Good, I wouldn't wanna be ya I'm with your bitch and her back arched like Tina Look to the back at you boys, you can't keep up Bulletproof vest, looking like I'm Vegeta Quickdraw from my hip, make him dance like Shakira, uh Spot him outside, hold up, skrrt, hit the brakes, uh Call him Might Guy, send his ass to the gates, uh Y'all so pussy to the bone, need a spay, uh Beat him up, boots to the face, uh "Kxll, why you tripping like that? I don't like you" Love how my foes get to bolting like a Raichu Said he wanna get close to God, I could guide you Money stacked up like the letters in a haiku (Yeah) D-Dirty little bastard, yeah bitch, I'm rancid I keep a Glock by my dick where my pants sit He acting odd, like Cosmo, he vanish Run up, see this shit ain't here just to brandish Lay him down, on top his casket, I'm prancing Stretching these bands like my money elastic Sex, money, violence, revenge, what I practice He disrespect, that's a suicide tactic Uh, I just send a text, she get wet, okay, cool, uh Say that boy feel vexed, Smith & Wess' correct moods, uh Insert when erect, pierce cervix, she get skewed, uh Bullets on Rize, eat your flesh, Tokyo Ghoul (Uh, yeah) Pull up with the grr, pow, onomatopoeia Hopping out the Burban, big body like Madea Put some holes in him, now he spotted like a cheetah How the fuck you living? Good, I wouldn't wanna be ya I'm with your bitch and her back arched like Tina Look to the back at you boys, you can't keep up Bulletproof vest, looking like I'm Vegeta Quickdraw from my hip, make him dance like Shakira, uh, yeah