Cuban Links

Doe Boy, how you make this?

B and Doe Boy on the beat, it's a cheat code

Bro just hit for a hundred P's out in Chico, uh

My **** B on the beat

Cuban links and gleeko

In that paint, I just bully **** like I'm Z-Bo

Keep that shit off them songs how you dodge a RICO

**** wasn't even outside in them peacoats, ****

Hundreds in my pocket, can't forget the rocket

Had to cut some **** off and I'm still croppin'

Don't even like to fly to shows, I can't bring my chop with me

G-Shock can't tell time, it's so many rocks in it, yeah

I can tell when brodie on, it's somethin' in his soda

Summertime, it still get cold like it's Minnesota

In the coupe like Batman, but I think I'm Joker

I'm just lookin' for that sack like I'm Joey Bosa

Or Nick

If I didn't rap, I promise I wouldn't take a pic

Bitch, I think I'm Ryan Diggs, come eat at Ruth Chris

You would think I beef with red, too much blue strips

Broke hoes is no-gos, baby, where that pape' go?

Bitch, it's gleekos and Cuban links, ain't no Francos

Don't wanna drive, I just hit my driver, he on payroll

I know a young **** whose first strap was a Draco

Wanna play, **** on your head like a halo

Brodie said he just made a thousand-dollar Faygo

Hit from the back, I'ma put my thumb in her A-hole

Gun silent, on the barrel of it a potato

Cuban links and gleeko

In that paint, I just bully **** like I'm Z-Bo

Keep that shit off them songs how you dodge a RICO

**** wasn't even outside in them peacoats, ****

Hundreds in my pocket, can't forget the rocket

Had to cut some **** off and I'm still croppin'

Don't even like to fly to shows, I can't bring my chop with me

G-Shock can't tell time, it's so many rocks in it

Yeah, Cuban links and gleekos

In the club, them pussy **** think I'm lackin', peep pole

Hardwoods and ****' couches, shit I used to sleep on

And I just had her for the night, so what you mad at me for?

I was fresh up out that county, had to stop at Highline

We could share the bitch, give a fuck, she not mine

You paid what for that Rollie? Lil' ****, stop lyin'

Fall in love with you? Never, bitch, I'd rather skydive

Bitch, I'd rather skydive, I can't fall in love with you

Hit her from the back, made lil' baby butt bigger

You gave that lil' bitch your heart, bitch, I only love pistols

If we can't fuck the first day, I can't even fuck with you

I can't even fuck with you, I ain't goin' out like that

And I don't even need an army, bitch, the 40 got my back

Fuckin' hoes, countin' dough, that's the reason **** mad

They keep askin' where I been, I said I been up in my bag, on the gang, ****

Cuban links and gleeko

In that paint, I just bully **** like I'm Z-Bo

Keep that shit off them songs how you dodge a RICO

**** wasn't even outside in them peacoats, ****

Hundreds in my pocket, can't forget the rocket

Had to cut some **** off and I'm still croppin'

Don't even like to fly to shows, I can't bring my chop with me

G-Shock can't tell time, it's so many rocks in it