Castro ft. K BYE Lyrics

Imma artist bitch painting like picasso

Post up takin shots but I block those

Young nigga in my bag looking guapo

Heart breaker, dictator, Fidel castro

Big boss gold grill floss

Welcome to my game but a ain showing my cards

No we not the same I'm more than miles apart

I'm on a different plane cant step to me from your yard

Cant stand me understand me

Cause if they break down my bars

They'd be giving grammys

They wanna blow like soda pop but they flat stanley

Boy imma soar up to the top ain't no fuckin plan B

This my lives work, up like firework

Get it done, then I'm gonna sell my art work

Loving out my dreams, i know shits lucid

Wanna piece of me? baby prove it

Or ill baby proof it.

Living reckless yeah I'm living ruthless

Aye I'm cooking up my pot, yeah I'm tryna brew it

Aye they thinking they the shit but they looking stupid

Aye yall stealin all my flows, yeah I'm tryna sue shit aye

Here's some word of advice

Aye don't take this shit light

When i drop back to back

Imma take this shit back

And ill make this shit right

Boy stand up make your own sound

That's how i stand out in this ghost town

Spectating spectors speechless like old tom

And jerry shows i carry those variables that

Make me comparable to air strikes you're less likely to survive a fair fight

A death strike, beaming you niggas chopping your spine

Hop out the dark I'm mauling you niggas

Bisect you insects talking, darth maul-ing you niggas

Ask you what's poppin, jack harlowing niggas

Like a lisp i be spitting on the track

Got my mic glitchin and the tension is breaking it back

My smith n wesson a lesson for you it has

Feel like yoda I'm forcing you lesser niggas to back

I'm castin a shadow

Over those who trying to overthrow

The castro got no hope

Guerilla tactics for my foes

Got lipo suction for niggas with bloated flows

Ill beat you like its percussion

Concussions that's your end goal