Cuban Cigar Talk

Lyrics

[Chorus] Aye, I know some shit that you ain't heard of Some shit that I ain''t heard in a minute I catch an opp, he go to hell, savage murder I'm sinnin Two project babies shake the block, told em it's 1 in a 20 You bring his head back in a box, you just might get another penny I go dumb yea, I could give a fuck where these pussy niggas from, yea Hop out with that cutter, my brudda, let that bitch dump, aye Every time we hop out, yea we have them mops out Every time I Glock out, yea we know I rock out [Verse] Oh crippin all this murder, he hate when murders convicted Spin wit that Glock out in the cut, young nigga love with extentions I send my dawg to knock you off, with all that pressure No guarantee, I hang with mobsters up and shoot it with aim shawty from Eastside, who met some niggas on harden last conversation with Joe dirt he seen that shit in the projects I swear I grew up in the slums, can't take a shit in the park They might just run down with a 50 round, way for the cameras And the fame can't speak on what I did with lil partner Main reason I hate the whip and them empollas This shit started for no reason, I don't know them niggas I hit the 4 on them niggas That gave me a reason My niggas really 'bout it, they on they street we in the projects Them niggas hoes, 'cause they be hiding Fill up the pole, and it's gon' slide Catch an opp, them bullets flying Drop to my knees and slang that iron Like send that boii up to the sky I swear that I'm gon forever slide I put my pistol on the dresser, then I fuck her from the back Like she says she got a nigga but I leave hickeys on her neck Everytime she come around, she tell me how you talk about me Pussy ass nigga, be direct, don't gossep 'bout me It's been a long long road I wore the blue flag walked away with them Cashed out in court like free them killers out that prison I won't respond to pussy boy, let him know I seen him dissing I told him get a bag, up that mack with the extention [Chorus] Aye, I know some shit that you ain't heard of Some shit that I ain't heard in a minute I catch an opp, he go to hell, savage murder I'm sinnin Two project babies shake the block, told em it's 1 in a 20 You bring his head back in a box, you just might get another penny I go dumb yea, I could give a fuck where these pussy niggas from, yea Hop out with that cutter, my brudda, let that bitch dump, aye Every time we hop out, yea we have them mops out Every time I Glock out, yea we know I rock out Oh crippin all this murder he hate when murders convicted Spin wit that Glock out in the cut young niggas in love with extensions I send my dawg to knock you off wit all that pressure out the bank I guarantee I hang wit mobsters up and shoot wit aim Shawty from the west side hang wit some niggas off harden Str8 to the curb fresh out the bottom I'm trynna feed my lil daughter Oh why they call my phone like I'm the family doctor So personal murder he wrote you get hit up from the projects For the fact you caught up in yo past the reason you don't call yo dad yo father He screamed out crip that time he saw you fore he shot you He made a diss like tell them pussy niggas bet not make a diss like damn who shot you And I recite creep out the window leave him behind the curtain Some shit that I ain't heard of in a minute I catch a opp he go to hell savage murder I'm sinning 2 project babies shake the block told him it's 1 in a 20 You might just head back in a box you might just get another penny I go dumb yea I could give a fuck where these pussy niggas from yea Hop out wit that cutter my brother let that bitch dump aye Every time we hop out uhh Yea we have them mops out uhh Every time my Glock out uhh Yea you know I rock out uhh Oh crippin all this murder he hate when murders convicted Spin wit that Glock out in the cut young niggas in love with extensions I send my dawg to knock you off wit all that pressure at the bank I guarantee I hang wit mobsters up and shoot it wit aim We smoking dead opps