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Yung Rich Cuban
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Brrrr
Aye
Ouuu
Pull up on the scene
I got five chains now
(I got em')
Made a couple juugs
I got four rings wow
(Uh-ha)
Riding with the stick
It go ping ping plow
(Pa-ping plow)
I hit em'
On that gang gang
Street shit how?
Come up on a Florida boy
Run up on a Florida boy
(Run up on me)
Find you in the swamp
With the alligator floating boy
(Bro ya dead)
Hit em' with that blot blot
Break em' with that pop pop
(The pop)
Run up in the back street
Than hit em' with that drip drop
(See you dripping)
Bitch I'm on my tip top
She goin' give me good top
(She give it to me)
Run up on the block hot
The money counter stay hot
(It's hot)
Me I'm at the dead drop
Pulling up like knock knock
(Knock-knock)
Riding with my Jay's on
She know I got that swag walk
Yung Rich Cuban quiet
Cause you know I let the swag talk
(I do)
Matching with my blicky
Yeah, I'm pulling till the mag drop
(drop)
Till the op drop
Pulling till the op stop
(Yeah they stop)
Hustlin' till the bag fall
Sliming till the cash tall
(Yeah I'm slimming)
Rhyming till I blast off
Got to keep the mask on
Bust it wide open
And it's hard to keep my hands off
(I can't)
Beat it till that ass soft
Fuck her till that ass raw
Eat it like some kung pao chicken
Where's my damn sauce?
Pull up on the scene
I got five chains now
(I got em')
Made a couple juugs
I got four rings wow
(Uh-ha)
Riding with the stick
It go ping ping plow
I hit em'
On that gang gang
Street shit how?
Come up on a Florida boy
Run up on a Florida boy
Cause I'll be Riding to the cash
(Yeah I Ride)
Pick it up and dash
Slime for Twenty dollars
Imma have to bust your ass
(I said I will)
Ping pan poom
Duck duck jab jab
(Jab)
Run it up on my block
Get to stepping blat blat
We ain't playing down south
This bottom of the map
(We so down)
Bitch we coming out the mud
Everglades splash splash
(Out the mud)
Get it goin' on the scene
Imma always have my strap
My carnales got my back
(Forever)
Run the ops from off the map
(I ran em' off)
Eight bands on your head
Night night whack whack
(Yeah you dead)
Is you my dog or is you a rat
(Is you be playin')
Cause I ain't fucking with no rats
But I be coming for that jack
Cause I ain't sleeping on them racks
(Never)
Catch me creeping for them racks
Might leave you leaking for some stacks
(Yeah, you bloody)
Better watch where your goin'
Better know where your at
(You better know)
I reload before i ask
Grab the pole and wave the flag
(Another flag)
Another day
Another dollar
Just so I can get a bag
(I get it)
Run it up with extra mag
Solid gold is what I have
If you don't like how this shit goin'
We can run it in the back
(Run it up)
Yung Rich Cuban never lack
Florida boy
You know we pack
I see the hood
I see the beaches
I can tell you where we're at now
Pull up on the scene
I got five chains now
(I got em')
Made a couple juugs
I got four rings wow
(Uh-ha)
Riding with the stick
It go ping ping plow
I hit em'
On that gang gang
Street shit how?