Cuban Links Lyrics

Yeah

Niggas keep on talking

We gonna give 'em what they ask for

Yeah, that's why I got love for in streets

My younguns living ruthless

Hit ya block and hit ya bando

Yeah, fuck it then it's up when we see you

And the streets the don't show no love

What's the point of keeping peace

And I won't stop letting up

Til I see everyone deceased

Thank God for what I got

But I ain't got time to hear you preach

We gonna get them packs out West

And send 'em right back to the East

To all my soldiers Rest In Peace

I put a scope right on the blicky

If you want me in the club

It better not be no less than fifty

I know niggas in the trap selling drugs right now

When I tell you drugs

You know I'm talking bout that Whitney

This lil' bitch she suck me clean

That's why I treat her like she's special

I can get you niggas baptized

Don't mean that I'm gonna bless you

Moonwalkin on all these diamonds

You'd think I'm dancing with the devil

I do not want no more love

Red bottoms stepping on rose petals

Gold metals

It's a Cuban link thing

Young nigga

I influence these things

Shawty want the drip

I say she gotta wait for it

Fuck her in my sheets under supreme

20s in a shoebox I had million dollar dreams

What you know about it

I know I'm that nigga

I ain't gotta say a thing

Just make sure you respect me when I pop out

Poppin out hittas bringing glockies out yeah, yeah

Droppin out, boy fuck is you talkin bout yeah yeah

All the realest shooters had done came up off of welfare

Nigga, he ain't die

But he got shot up in that wheelchair, Oh

Sometimes yo life gonna end up getting derailed yeah I know

And sometimes it even feels like I had failed, but I kept hope

Even think that you can help the way I feel, well you won't

And then niggas don't really know what I do it for

Yeah

Niggas keep on talking

We gonna give 'em what they ask for

Yeah, that's why I got love for in streets

My younguns living ruthless

Hit ya block and hit ya bando

Yeah, fuck it then it's up when we see you

And the streets the don't show no love

What's the point of keeping peace

And I won't stop letting up

Til I see everyone deceased

Thank God for what I got

But I ain't got time to hear you preach

We gonna get them packs out West

And send 'em right back to the East

To all my soldiers Rest In Peace

I put a scope right on the blicky

He's Pissed