Cuba ft. Produced by PM81 Lyrics

What are we gonna do to day

Aye

I guess we're gonna hustle

Aye

It's almost that time to

Woke up ina morning horny telling my puta get on it

I thought about millions put bread on my mente

I thru on some sweats and a T with my fendi

She hop ina ducha and thru on her fenti

I'm working the streets

I'm working the beat

I'm flipping'em ambos

No adios I'm here've try to stay

Glock an machete I'm down play

Brother and cousin i came with the K's

She in balenci that look like the socks

I'm ina ones that look lika box

Skinny niggas in some big shoes making big moves

Looka Zupatos

Backa the Tahoe eyes low although

I'm slick as a gato i know

I'm back on my feet and i run it again

Wrote in the poems and put on my skins

Preach what i practice and pract what i preach

Put gold on my chain and gold on my teeth

Back on my feet and i run it i run it

Shooting my shot i gun it i gun it

I preach what i practice and pract what i preach

Whipping that yea with the yea ona seat

Back to the corner on it i am not giving no warnings

They gave me a noose i put diamonds on it

They gave me some cuffs

I switched out the bezel and callin they bluff

Star 67 they hiding they manos

Loading my ammo

I can turn shit to alzucar

Whipping this foreign car

Leaving a scar when I'm bending the wheel

Got me a casa i hide ina hills

I got me a Thai cooking my meals

Look what i wrote all ina poems

I Thru the graffiti all on my arms

Parking the carro all on the lawn

Fuck the HOA do what i wana

Sleeping on me enjoy your coma

Reepin the benefits all of my karma

Stacking this bread like pupusas

Drippin my chain ina juicer

Keeping a laser for losers

I know some shooter who put it right to ya

I'm back on my feet and i run it again

Wrote in the poems and put on my skins

Preach what i practice and pract what i preach

Put gold on my chain and gold on my teeth

Back on my feet and i run it i run it

Shooting my shot i gun it i gun it

I preach what i practice and pract what i preach

Whipping that yea with the yea ona seat

Written by: John Spears