Cuban Links
Hit the double, quick
Gone with it
A little heavy on the chill
Still winnin'
Hit "P", man, we goin' all the way up
Steady tryna keep the weight all the way up
Ridin' and ridin' to be a legend in my city
Straight cash, keep a duffle bag with me
See I'ma roll wit it
You hear the flow in it
Now niggas knowin' it
Go hit 'em low wit it now
I'm livin' fast
We all know how
The youth don't last
They on my neck
Like Cuban links
Collect this check
Fuck what they thinkin', oh
Real friends, where they at?
Them real gems, where they at, man?
On my own, rather chase a bag alone
Look at the stone, how it compliment the throne
See I'ma
Mother
Fuckin'
Problem
Nigga
Fire
Starter
Heavy
Hitter
Credit
Sittin'
Seven
Figure
Hit you
With the
Trigger
Finger
Up in the booth, be like, "KNOX, what you cookin'?"
Don't worry bout shit if it ain't about a bookin'
Muted on the 'Gram, but ya ass still lookin'
You hate me so much, tell me why you still lookin'?
Big talkin', I'm the only nigga walkin'
Keep a step real low
Shit, you might think I was stalkin'
Told me
Go and get it
And so I go and get it
I do this shit for kicks
Just to say I fuckin' did it
Hittin' nine-five in the whip, man
Ice cold, look at how it drip, man
Road-dome combo with the grip, man
Quick zip, pocket full of chips
Hit the dip
Keep the tints real tinted
So I know they never see me
Pop a dot on your noodle
Heat you up like fettuccini
I'ma run this town
Like my name is Mussolini
Go on, take this down
Hop on Spotify and stream me
Stroke game on fleek
Dick is on-call every day of the week
Hittin' back-to-back, man, I call that shit a streak
Ask me how I do it, couldn't teach you the technique
Go hit 'em low wit it now
I'm livin' fast
We all know how
The youth don't last
They on my neck
Like Cuban links
Collect this check
Fuck what they thinkin', oh
Now see, I'm in my own lane
Tried to tell you niggas that this shit wasn't a game
Do this shit for sport, man, fuck all of the fame
Cut the chat
Keep it short, man
Ya'll gon' know my name
Ya'll gon' know my name
Ya'll gon' know my name, man
Ya'll gon' know my name
Gone with it
A little heavy on the chill
Still winnin'
Hit "P", man, we goin' all the way up
Steady tryna keep the weight all the way up
Ridin' and ridin' to be a legend in my city
Straight cash, keep a duffle bag with me
See I'ma roll wit it
You hear the flow in it
Now niggas knowin' it
Go hit 'em low wit it now
I'm livin' fast
We all know how
The youth don't last
They on my neck
Like Cuban links
Collect this check
Fuck what they thinkin', oh
Real friends, where they at?
Them real gems, where they at, man?
On my own, rather chase a bag alone
Look at the stone, how it compliment the throne
See I'ma
Mother
Fuckin'
Problem
Nigga
Fire
Starter
Heavy
Hitter
Credit
Sittin'
Seven
Figure
Hit you
With the
Trigger
Finger
Up in the booth, be like, "KNOX, what you cookin'?"
Don't worry bout shit if it ain't about a bookin'
Muted on the 'Gram, but ya ass still lookin'
You hate me so much, tell me why you still lookin'?
Big talkin', I'm the only nigga walkin'
Keep a step real low
Shit, you might think I was stalkin'
Told me
Go and get it
And so I go and get it
I do this shit for kicks
Just to say I fuckin' did it
Hittin' nine-five in the whip, man
Ice cold, look at how it drip, man
Road-dome combo with the grip, man
Quick zip, pocket full of chips
Hit the dip
Keep the tints real tinted
So I know they never see me
Pop a dot on your noodle
Heat you up like fettuccini
I'ma run this town
Like my name is Mussolini
Go on, take this down
Hop on Spotify and stream me
Stroke game on fleek
Dick is on-call every day of the week
Hittin' back-to-back, man, I call that shit a streak
Ask me how I do it, couldn't teach you the technique
Go hit 'em low wit it now
I'm livin' fast
We all know how
The youth don't last
They on my neck
Like Cuban links
Collect this check
Fuck what they thinkin', oh
Now see, I'm in my own lane
Tried to tell you niggas that this shit wasn't a game
Do this shit for sport, man, fuck all of the fame
Cut the chat
Keep it short, man
Ya'll gon' know my name
Ya'll gon' know my name
Ya'll gon' know my name, man
Ya'll gon' know my name
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Writer(s): Brad Urena
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