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