"Cuban Links" lyrics
Good one, Richard
It's raw when you need cash on it
Hey, uh
Reached in my pocket to serve a nigga, I dropped ten, 000 on the floor
Stack my bread and switch my bracket, I left the hood 'cause I had to go
I'm putting a new kit on my neck, it's not the one that I had before
I know CEOs compare the street niggas, they pass them up
It's a couple of niggas that'd still be alive if you ain't gassed them up
We put belt to the ass all week and these niggas still ain't had enough
How you rich and living with your moms? This shit ain't adding up
Damn, that's what you get for acting tough
Bitch, I'm really slime, you can't out-snake a snake, you ain't fast enough *(okay)*
This a three-eight, six-shot, make a grown man back it up
I got soft in a Ziploc, in the trap, nigga, bag it up
I got rich off the hip-hop and selling dope, I packed it up
My Rollie, it don't tick-tock, it just tell hoes I'm having stuff
We might post on the same block, I'm too turned, no, I can't stop
Take it straight to the paint shop, I pop Perc', make the pain stop
Double G on my flip-flop, 60k on the wristwatch
I got hoes in my inbox, in the South by the fish spot, nigga
Ay, damn
Ay, Migo, it's M-O-B, that's for my company, but my bitch in Double Tree
On the block where I post up, you see the J's by the DoubleTree
On my baby, we getting money, even a nigga that's blind can see
Double G stand for Glock and the Gucci belt that's hugging me
Free the bros that watch the clock, this for the ones that thug with me
Damn, that's what you get for mugging me
Bitch, I'm turned up to the max, back then I used the rug to sleep
Migo, load the chopper up and feed your ass a slug to eat
I'm the product of the block and when a young nigga love the street, damn
Ay, uh
Reached in my pocket to serve a nigga, I dropped ten thousand on the floor
Stack my bread and switch my bracket, I left the hood 'cause I had to go
I'm putting a new kit on my neck, it's not the one that I had before
I know CEOs compare the street niggas, they pass them up
It's a couple of niggas that'd still be alive if you ain't gassed them up
We put belt to the ass all week and these niggas still ain't had enough
How you rich and living with your moms? This shit ain't adding up
It's raw when you need cash on it
Hey, uh
Reached in my pocket to serve a nigga, I dropped ten, 000 on the floor
Stack my bread and switch my bracket, I left the hood 'cause I had to go
I'm putting a new kit on my neck, it's not the one that I had before
I know CEOs compare the street niggas, they pass them up
It's a couple of niggas that'd still be alive if you ain't gassed them up
We put belt to the ass all week and these niggas still ain't had enough
How you rich and living with your moms? This shit ain't adding up
Damn, that's what you get for acting tough
Bitch, I'm really slime, you can't out-snake a snake, you ain't fast enough *(okay)*
This a three-eight, six-shot, make a grown man back it up
I got soft in a Ziploc, in the trap, nigga, bag it up
I got rich off the hip-hop and selling dope, I packed it up
My Rollie, it don't tick-tock, it just tell hoes I'm having stuff
We might post on the same block, I'm too turned, no, I can't stop
Take it straight to the paint shop, I pop Perc', make the pain stop
Double G on my flip-flop, 60k on the wristwatch
I got hoes in my inbox, in the South by the fish spot, nigga
Ay, damn
Ay, Migo, it's M-O-B, that's for my company, but my bitch in Double Tree
On the block where I post up, you see the J's by the DoubleTree
On my baby, we getting money, even a nigga that's blind can see
Double G stand for Glock and the Gucci belt that's hugging me
Free the bros that watch the clock, this for the ones that thug with me
Damn, that's what you get for mugging me
Bitch, I'm turned up to the max, back then I used the rug to sleep
Migo, load the chopper up and feed your ass a slug to eat
I'm the product of the block and when a young nigga love the street, damn
Ay, uh
Reached in my pocket to serve a nigga, I dropped ten thousand on the floor
Stack my bread and switch my bracket, I left the hood 'cause I had to go
I'm putting a new kit on my neck, it's not the one that I had before
I know CEOs compare the street niggas, they pass them up
It's a couple of niggas that'd still be alive if you ain't gassed them up
We put belt to the ass all week and these niggas still ain't had enough
How you rich and living with your moms? This shit ain't adding up
Writer(s): Ricky P, Cameron Jared Sargent, Andrew Rincon, Sebastian Alfonso Martell
