Bust Down Cuban

[Verse 1: RXKNephew] I cut a bitch off, she was way too boring My Robins cuffed over my Margielas Got a Mac-10 around my neck like a Cuban Givenchy button up, smoking a Cuban She got the sniffles so I know she using Papi hit me, said he got new coke lick Two hour drive, everything get doubled up I got a junkie on the car lot He give me his title when his credit too hot I used to hide guns in my grandma basement I just got off parole, Papi got on probation Sit in that cell, I thought about escaping I ain't miss my bitch, I missed my Cuban bracelet I might mold my dreads together like I'm Haitian A pound for twelve hundred, my plug Jamaican I slide through D.C like I'm [?] You can't do no business if you moving scared I can't sit down, I got ADHD My hustle strong, like a crackhead that's sober I'm Tokyo Drift in the new Audi Way I turn the corner, they think I'm running from twelve That Audi go screech, like it's Saved By The Bell Think my man a Fentanyl head, I can't tell I beat the pot like I'm Chuck Liddell I hit the straight drop with a flying elbow I'm the Demolition Man like Wesley I'm hot sauce in the pot, pussy, can't check me [?] in another nigga hood, watch me settle in [?] cocaine, The Fifth Element [Verse 2: RX Papi] I'm selling dope like it ain't no tomorrow My Mexican plug drive a Monte Carlo This a Audi A7, this not a Gallardo Hit for ten K on a Wells Fargo I like my bitches yellow like Nelly Furtado Put the candle by the stove, it ain't no power Junkie relapsed, eight ball devoured He smoked a three-five in a half an hour Cut the brick up, I'm Papi Myers Strong arm in the pot like Mark Maguire Move like Avon Barksdale when he was on The Wire Can't be too sure, check him for a wire If you a middle man, I wanna see the supplier Married to the streets, can't retire Your eyes tell it all, I know when you lying I'm a real trickster, no way you gonn' slime me Sling dope like we in the eighties but me and Nephew born late nineties I'm stuck in the trap, they can't find me He ain't wanna front me, I had to rob him I'm having nightmares, reoccurring problems Feds gonn' grab me 'cause I sell hella dope I can hear a junkie knocking through a stethoscope Work was A1, what the fuck you stretch it for? You gonn' shoot yo'self just like Plexico Them your daddy guns, you never let 'em go I will cook and serve you, real professional Really in the streets, just to let you know Finesse me out some work and I can't let it go When I see that nigga, I'mma let it blow