Cuban Links
Boom
I keep going till the wheels fall off, and the deal's called off
Even then I probably still wont stop
Still tryna cop the yacht with a helicopter pad at the top
Big spliff while I'm chilling on the docks
With some henny on the rocks
I used to put yayo in the pot
Melt it down, whip it back, let it lock
And now I make hits, I can shut this shit down when I want
I tell Kev, tell Colin let it drop
Rise it up and let it knock
I make the feds tape off your block
Hit the m way and bake off in notts
I'm as real as it gets
Self-made and I earned my respect
Had to wait for the dots to connect
I'm still tryna get a private jet
And a 20 room mansion with a lion as pet
I can't forget them hard times when I never ate
I was busy tryna eat
And now I'm getting paid in my sleep
Big Cuban links
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
Treat the other side like a gun range
Cop my wifey a Bentley, that's chump change
I trap in my city, I don't need to lock cunch
I used to give out free crack that's a Roc Brunch
Me and my nigga Jack, we going strain shopping
Fucked your favorite popstar, I ain't name dropping
I got a chick collection
On my chick selection
Got a calendar and everyday I switch complexion
The feds listen to the verses that I wrote
How the black sheep of the family turn into a goat?
I'll scoop her in a Porsche, use an Uber to drop her home
All these rap cheques and I still can't leave the block alone
I don't need to use their platforms cause I got my own
When you're talking to a nigga like me, just watch your tone
Dropped out them lazy niggas, started rolling with the grafters
I was cotton picking, now I own all my masters
It's Nines
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
Hit them niggas, they know where the smoke goes
Op pack and I roll and I smoke oz
I ain't regular, this drip is not on for the photos
Get my bitch every Chanel now I'm calling you Coco
I'm a big fish you couldn't eat what's on my plate
It was a big risk, I couldn't even take the chase
Cutting corners off the brick, I'm really making plays
It's really a Richard Mille miss, I really bought it plain
Thats my niggas, put the dotty in the Audi or the Beamers
I took the yacht out in Saudi with the winners
G-lock cause my nigga lost the blicky
My jewels stay cool, Ice City
We don't see the same
8 cars like its gta
I was on the strip like I'm GBK
Your stones ain't VV mate
I put the easy way
Big Cuban links
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
I keep going till the wheels fall off, and the deal's called off
Even then I probably still wont stop
Still tryna cop the yacht with a helicopter pad at the top
Big spliff while I'm chilling on the docks
With some henny on the rocks
I used to put yayo in the pot
Melt it down, whip it back, let it lock
And now I make hits, I can shut this shit down when I want
I tell Kev, tell Colin let it drop
Rise it up and let it knock
I make the feds tape off your block
Hit the m way and bake off in notts
I'm as real as it gets
Self-made and I earned my respect
Had to wait for the dots to connect
I'm still tryna get a private jet
And a 20 room mansion with a lion as pet
I can't forget them hard times when I never ate
I was busy tryna eat
And now I'm getting paid in my sleep
Big Cuban links
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
Treat the other side like a gun range
Cop my wifey a Bentley, that's chump change
I trap in my city, I don't need to lock cunch
I used to give out free crack that's a Roc Brunch
Me and my nigga Jack, we going strain shopping
Fucked your favorite popstar, I ain't name dropping
I got a chick collection
On my chick selection
Got a calendar and everyday I switch complexion
The feds listen to the verses that I wrote
How the black sheep of the family turn into a goat?
I'll scoop her in a Porsche, use an Uber to drop her home
All these rap cheques and I still can't leave the block alone
I don't need to use their platforms cause I got my own
When you're talking to a nigga like me, just watch your tone
Dropped out them lazy niggas, started rolling with the grafters
I was cotton picking, now I own all my masters
It's Nines
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
Hit them niggas, they know where the smoke goes
Op pack and I roll and I smoke oz
I ain't regular, this drip is not on for the photos
Get my bitch every Chanel now I'm calling you Coco
I'm a big fish you couldn't eat what's on my plate
It was a big risk, I couldn't even take the chase
Cutting corners off the brick, I'm really making plays
It's really a Richard Mille miss, I really bought it plain
Thats my niggas, put the dotty in the Audi or the Beamers
I took the yacht out in Saudi with the winners
G-lock cause my nigga lost the blicky
My jewels stay cool, Ice City
We don't see the same
8 cars like its gta
I was on the strip like I'm GBK
Your stones ain't VV mate
I put the easy way
Big Cuban links
Hands off I only eat off drinks
3 million for the crib and my favorite spot by the sink
Two shooters gotta stay in sync
Hoes taking sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really brought the 'nappers out to Wireless
3 thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No no no stylist
Fell in love with this life cause it's enticing
Sent my young boy on a ride, no license
Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Leon Freckleton, Chucks, Ricky Earl Banton, Adam Nathaniel Laurence Williams, Christopher David Kyei
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