CUBAN LYNX Lyrics

Mezcal and bitter the glass

I ratatouille'd the cash

This shit look like fuckin stupid

Different faces different colors my shit so inclusive

I drew the lines on mfs now I'm chugging deuces

Just tryna keep the peace

Oaxacan leather keep the piece tucked

She know I'm lying when I hit her with the Mona Lisa

That's when I'm smirking slight

Sous vide the chicken serve the rice

Before you hit me learn the price

My kids sit on her pearly whites

I dunk on mfs till they question they purpose in life

Before this beaner did it it was working right

This shit was never worth the spite

How I'm posed to lead the blind

When they ain't see that bean the light

12 was tryna read my rights

I said I couldn't read or write

Or speak

I need a lawyer 'fore I feed for the mice

I'm tryna look like Michael B. Jordan bitch

Turn the lights down

She look like Halle Berry in that night gown

She told me let her know when she should leave

I told her right now

Hated for the way I speak

But loved when I recite nouns

You see what my dilemma is

How you want me sober but still sellin bricks

How you know it's over I could tell it is

Linked with blow off curses just like penmanship

A dog for what I relish in

The same shit that a make you drown

I beaner Michael Phelps the Shit

My pops was 46 still doing coke when he passed

I got your Cuban in my nose

How I brag

I sold my soul to the bag

That's why I'm focused on cash

Im in a chairlift

In the middle of a blizzard

Fuckin

Hopin it last

Bean