CUBAN MADNESS Lyrics

Bitch ass haters shooting at me

Got my armor uh

Don't talk later booting off I'm with the charger

I don't want em no

No I don't want em

No I don't want em

Them off white Balenciagas

Bitch ass haters shooting at me

Got my armor uh

Don't talk later booting off I'm with the charger

I don't want em no

No I don't want em

No I don't want em

Them off white Balenciagas

When I'm stacking up my bread you know I want it

Want your bitch to give me head while flying private

Want some bitches in my plane, them pussies popping

Sorry for the wait like Weezy now I dropped it

Uh yeah

Boy I'm coming for your top like I'm Ben Wallace

There's a target on your back and I just copped it

Huh

Yeah

You just quit while you ahead cause bitch I'm coming

I just stumbled on some lyrics, bitches jumping

They all hated on me till they saw the numbers

They feeling really quiet dawg they sounding really silent

But I feel violent

Murder tracks and then I eat em that's my diet

I'm on that cannibal shit

Silverbacking you rappers that animal shit

Yall really don't got up your stamina bitch

Feel like I'm senselessly killing these narratives bitch

It's all in my arrogance bitch

Family happy like Clarence and shit

I'm a Cuban American jit

Came from the island of machetes and shit

Yeah yeah uh

Came from the island of machetes and shit bitch

No I don't got no fucking time to entertain

Bitch I do this cause I mothafucking want

This the city where we barbecue during hurricanes

Bitch we stunt

Yeah we mothafuckin

Palm trees growing high no sugarcane

Boy you better grab you gun

Boy you better grab your gun brr bop

Unappreciated rapper since I started mothafucka i'm the one

This ain't no one and done bitch

This ain't no one and done