Cuban Links

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh (Hokatiwi), huh [Verse] With a Puerto Rican, bitch, I'm rockin' Cuban links AR got a scope, boy, I can shoot from deep Think my niggas nerdy, all they do is geek Used to run surveillance on your bitch 'cause all she do is creep She ain't blow no candles on her birthday, all she blew is me Landed in New York, I'm hoppin' off my flight in new Supremes This bitch got 220 on the dash, you think I do the speed? Rasta full of ballers, bet she do the team Couldn't be the Wimpy Kid, I'm heavy on my gouda cheese All they know is Swager dropped, them niggas don't know who to be Run my money up, could take a one and turn it to a three Sittin' on his ass, he done blew his lead Reachin' for my G's, bet I send some hollows through his tee I tell brodie leave a ho diseased while I flew to Greece I could hold my Rollie up in summer, make it two degrees I have brodie pop up out your bushes like he Viet Cong I just fucked a nigga mama 'cause she look like Nia Long How I make her hit the notes, you'd think she tryna sing a song White boy finna smoke an opp right after he go chief his bong I could write a story 'bout my life, you better read along All this fuckin' chicken that I touched, you'd think I need some tongs When they tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't even fall My blower put him in a leaf, but it ain't even fall Doin' all that barkin', that ain't even dog He dick suckin' off the wake up, he ain't even pause His label put him on a shelf, guess he ain't read the clause She like the way I ball, so she eat the balls Got a hundred fuckin' bags when I leave the mall Hit an opp with somethin' sour, shit ain't sweet at all She sick I got her number, I ain't even call When he try to stand on business, he ain't even tall Lettuce in my pockets, I got carats on my wrist I ain't run my fuckin' money up to share it with a bitch Bullets hit a nigga redneck, keep on starin' at the clip In the 'burbs I'll start the Kitty off, the Karen be on tip Get an oppy tooth blew, I bet we pare a nigga quick He ain't got his own fashion, he be sharin' niggas' Ricks Model bitches at the tele tryna share a nigga big Treat an opp like Michael Jordan, we gon' air a nigga quick Thinkin' that's your wifey? Boy, that's every nigga bitch On my way to get some lobster, blowin' Larry with the clique With this foreign bitch, she finna get her areolas licked Catch an opp and Sioux kill him, boy, I'm Terio with blick Bitch want a ring tryna marry 'cause I trick If you know me, you know Glocky what I carry on my hip Have my bitch go make him poof, she like a fairy with the stick Ain't it funny how I see this shit more clearly through the tints? [Outro] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia Gang