Cuban Links Lyrics

Ugh

I'm finna ride out on this one

Aye

Look

Only cracka in my city with two Cuban links

When I'm tan and braided up, you'd think I was the Cuban link

I'm not normal, I don't think, how a normal human thinks

Go to war with China just to watch their navy's crewmen sink

Only cracka in my city with two Cuban links

When I'm tan and braided up, you'd think I was the Cuban link

I'm not normal, I don't think, how a normal human thinks

Go to war with China just to watch their navy's crewmen sink

On some Trump shit, it's Thump bitch, just look at all my ice

When I play pick-up, I swear every time I ball in all my ice

My shawty shook, every time she calls, shawty's in awe of my ice

I swear I ain't ever seen a cracka this cold in all of my life

I got my chains from Avianne, I feel like Kodak

But I ain't drownin', I was head lifeguard at Lake Venus, I think they know that

Coldest cracka in my city, baby, I gotta show that

I could never be outchea cappin' what I'm rappin' cold facts

The way I run the game, you'd think I ran a four flat

They can claim they better, but they can't keep up with my old stats

The way that I've been grindin', I put the time in,

I need about four plaques

I'm finna blitz the game, shawty, and go run up about four sacs

I done bought bout four Macs, that shit cost over four stacks

Now I'm after more stacks, now I'm after more racks

My shawty look like a whole snack, I'm finna blow out that hoe back

Then duck off with my bros thraxed, everywhere I go thraxed

Smoke look like a smokestack, faded in the smoke shack

I ball like purp and gold Shaq, you fall like Perk and old Shaq

Now baby, I can't hold back, I'm tryna get that cold cat

She finna have a broke back, but I think she already know that

Sheeeeshh

Only cracka in my city with two Cuban links

When I'm tan and braided up, you'd think I was the Cuban link

I'm not normal, I don't think, how a normal human thinks

Go to war with China just to watch their navy's crewmen sink

I ain't rockin' no little rope, I had to boss up

I got two Cubans with a piece, you listenin' to the boss bruh

I'm undefeated with this rap shit, ain't took a loss bruh

My young bull in the gym, lefty shootin' like Chris Bosh bruh

I need a Bentley like Rick Ross truck

And show my baby and your lady how a boss fuck

Just look at what it cost us

You tryna sell us somethin', you lost us I'm eatin' on this beat like pasta

I can't help it, baby, I'mma bastard

Technically, that's not true, but I'm thinkin'

that y'all gettin' it

I'm gettin' it, hittin' it, rippin' it, flippin' it

The coldest cracka in my city, you know I'm with the shit

The only thing I know when I die that I'll be rich as shit

And my baby mama gon' be thick as shit, cause I'm slick as shit

Hold on, baby, let me finish this

I'm in this business shit, y'all need to witness this

The way I run the game, you'd think that I worked on my fitness shit,

But nah my fitness shit

I used to always be the one that had to finish spliffs