Cuban Links lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, you know I rep that Backend, Taliban sh*t, that BET, n*gga
We tote forty-one shots, know how we comin', n*gga
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)

[Refrain]
Say, I'd be rich as Hell if I wasn't rappin'
Okay, brand new Cuban links, brand new drug habits
Okay, they done motivated me, now my engine V8
Ayy, f*ck my opps, they gay, I'm tryna get this sh*t straight
Uh, baby, I'm a villain, I can't take you on dates
They walk up in this restaurant, leave blood on the plates
My cup is double, I can feel that lean travel through my soul
Google me, but tell security don't search me at the door

[Verse 1]
I could never trust a b*tch who f*ck me and she got a man
I could never trust a n*gga screamin', "Gang," and take the stand
I can't trust you if you ain't gon' blow when this sh*t hit the fan
I could never, uh, I could never, yeah
We in the club with that iron, we shoot like Ja Morant
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, it ain't too many we not against
I ride down Collins poppin' sh*t, police stop me for tint
That banger stay with me, I think that my Glock should pay rent

[Chorus]
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits
[Verse 2]
I ride Goyard for my n*ggas who got stopped in the field
f*ck what you heard 'bout me, you can stuff a di*k in your ear
They Instagram killers, nothin' about these n*ggas be real
Spread rumors 'bout me to the world and they got nowhere to live, huh?
Post up on that block like Mutombo
My toolbox, it look like a f*ckin' gun store
Got a yellow b*tch, she look like a Kardashian
All these flights on private jets, I should be arrogant
Took two letters out of love and I got LV
If it's 'bout money, then I'm very nosy, you smell me?
If you love me, I want you to show it, not tell me
I keep these lemon squeeze banana clips, I'm healthy, n*gga

[Refrain]
Say, I'd be rich as Hell if I wasn't rappin'
Okay, brand new Cuban links, brand new drug habits
Okay, they done motivated me, now my engine V8
Ayy, f*ck my opps, they gay, I'm tryna get this sh*t straight
Uh, baby, I'm a villain, I can't take you on dates
They walk up in this restaurant, leave blood on the plates
My cup is double, I can feel that lean travel through my soul
Google me, but tell security don't search me at the door

[Chorus]
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits
Cuban links and drug habits