"Cuban Cigar Talk" lyrics
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 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
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
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 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
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
