Cobi Baby - I'm Out of Estrogen and I Have a Gun

Hit a mall lick
That's a grab bag
When I do it
I go all in
Never half bad
Only half baked
Never been a snake
Ain't a fake
You a jake
And I put that
On my momma last name, yea
Fucked up my tolerance
And ain't no one apologing, ay
Ain't no one stopping them
So let's just get it popping then, ay
Pull up in Robin jeans
It ain't just me got my whole team, ay
Don't have no options left
So bitch you better flee the scene, ay
Smoking on greenery
Feel sacred like some Mozambique, ay
Smoother than Jodeci
And ain't no one controlling me, ay
Sent your bitch overseas
And I ain't even go there with her
Alone inside a hotel
She just snapchat me her dinner
Lonely on tinder
But in love with the whole internet
You try to stop me
And you’ll need to up your bandwidth
I pulled that bitch in a robbery
Back home I'm a prophet now
End up with criminal charges
Ever if you try to press me I'll
Hit the digits
Bag a Bridget
Like I was a star
I pull that robbery out
I pull that m'fucking robbery out
I pulled that bitch in a robbery
Back home I'm a prophet now
End up with criminal charges
Ever if you try to press me I'll
Hit the digits
Bag a Bridget
Like I was a star
I pull that robbery out
I pull that m'fucking robbery out
I guess I go
Harder than anybody else that I know, ay
And you might say
What about that man that they call LowA
It's just a competition for compensation
I ain't got no time for no conversation
'Cuz I been the greatest
My whole life it changes every month
And I never been mistaken
For no deadbeat bitch
Flip any flow
Got banned from twitch
Too much smoke
If I get 10 bands I'ma make 20 more
Feelin' like Birdman my hands move slow
Gotta do the dance
Got a glance like Kanye
Rock is in my pants
When I cross look both ways
Air out the beef
Breakfast is served
Only belief
You'll get what's deserved
So this is a purge on all of you artists
Who still have the nerve to make me a target
You're food for the earth out there in my garden
No need for a hearse, there won't be a body
Like Roddy, I opened the box
Went against all the will from the gods
Now it's hexes on all of the opps
You could kill me, this won't stop
I pulled that bitch in a robbery
Back home I'm a prophet now
End up with criminal charges
Ever if you try to press me I'll
Hit the digits
Bag a Bridget
Like I was a star
I pull that robbery out
I pull that m'fucking robbery out
I pulled that bitch in a robbery
Back home I'm a prophet now
End up with criminal charges
Ever if you try to press me I'll
Hit the digits
Bag a Bridget
Like I was a star
I pull that robbery out
I pull that m'fucking robbery out

Written by:
Cobi Howard

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