Skrapz, Nines and D-Block Europe - Cuban Links

(That's Chucks)
(EmzBeats)

Boom, I keep going 'til the wheels fall off and the deal's called off
Even then, I probably still won't stop
Still tryna cop the yacht with a helicopter pad at the top
Big spliff while I'm chillin' on the docks with some Henny on the rocks
I used to put yayo in the pot, melt it down, whip it back, let it lock
And now I make hits, I can shut this shit down when I want
I tell Kev, tell Colin, "Let it drop"
Rise it up and let it knock
I make the feds tape off your block
Hit the M-way and bake off in Notts
I'm as real as it gets, self-made and I earned my respect
Had to wait for the dots to connect
I'm still tryna get a private jet
And a twenty-room mansion with a lion as a pet
I can't forget them hard times when I never ate
I was busy tryna eat and now I'm gettin' paid in my sleep

Big Cuban links
Hands off, I only eat off drinks
Three million for the crib and my favourite spot by the sink, ah
Two shooters, gotta stay in sync
Hoes takin' sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really bought the nappers out to Wireless
Three thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No, no, no stylist
Fell in love with this life 'cause it's enticin'
Sent my young boy on a ride, no licence

Treat the other side like a gun range
Cop my wifey a Bentley, that's chump change
Trap in my city, I don't need to lock cunch
I used to give out free crack, that's a Roc Brunch
Me and my nigga Jack, we goin' strain shopping
Fucked your favourite pop star, I ain't name-droppin'
I got a chick collection on my chick selection
Got a calendar and every day, I switch complexion
The feds listened to the verses that I wrote
How the black sheep of the family turn into a G.O.A.T.?
I'll scoop her in a Porsche, use a Uber to drop her home
All these rap cheques and I still can't leave the block alone
I don't need to use their platforms cah I got my own
When you're talkin' to a nigga like me, just watch your tone
Dropped out them lazy niggas, started rollin' with the grafters
I was cotton pickin', now I own all my masters, it's nice

Big Cuban links
Hands off, I only eat off drinks
Three million for the crib and my favourite spot by the sink, ah
Two shooters, gotta stay in sync
Hoes takin' sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really bought the nappers out to Wireless
Three thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No, no, no stylist
Fell in love with this life 'cause it's enticin'
Sent my young boy on a ride, no licence

Hit them niggas, they know where the smoke goes
Opp pack and I roll and I smoke O's
I ain't regular, this drip is not on for the photos
Get my bitch every Chanel, now I'm calling you Coco
I'm a big fish, you couldn't eat what's on my plate
It was a big risk, I couldn't even take the chase
Cuttin' corners off the brick, I'm really making plays
It's really a Richard Mille miss, I really bought it plain
That's my niggas, put the dotty in the Audi or the Bimmas
I took the yacht out in Saudi with the winners
G-LOC 'cause my nigga lost the blicky
My jewels stay cool, Ice City
We don't see the same, eight cars like it's GTA
I was on the strip like I'm GBK
Your stones ain't VV, mate, I put the easy way

Big Cuban links
Hands off, I only eat off drinks
Three million for the crib and my favourite spot by the sink, ah
Two shooters, gotta stay in sync
Hoes takin' sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really bought the nappers out to Wireless
Three thousand on these leather pants, no stylist
No, no, no stylist
Fell in love with this life 'cause it's enticin'
Sent my young boy on a ride, no licence

Written by:
chucks, Courtney Freckleton, Christopher David Kyei, Adam Williams, Ricky Banton

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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