Cuban Cigar Talk lyrics

[Chorus]
Aye, I know some sh*t that you ain’t heard of
Some sh*t that I ain''t heard in a minute
I catch an opp, he go to hell, savage murder I’m sinnin
Two project babies shake the block, told em it’s ???
You bring his head back in a box, you just might get another penny
I go dumb yea, I could give a f*ck where these pus*y n*ggas from, yea
Hop out with that cutter, my brudda, let that b*tch dump, aye
Every time we hop out, yea we have them mops out
Every time I Glock out, yea we know I rock out

[Verse]
Oh crippin all this murder, he hate when murders convicted
Slide with [?] out the cut, young n*gga love with extentions
I send my dawg to knock you off, with all that pressure
No guarantee, I hang with mobsters up and shoot it with aim shawty from Eastside, who met some n*ggas on harden last conversation with Joe dirt he seen that sh*t in the projects I swear
I grew up in the slums, can't take a sh*t in the park
They might just run down with a 50 round, way for the cameras
And the fame can't speak on what I did with lil partner
[?] whip and them empollas
[?] started for no reason, I don't know them n*ggas
[?] n*ggas
That gave me a reason
My n*ggas really 'bout it, [?] we in the projects
Them n*ggas hoes, 'cause they [?]
Fill up the pole, and it's gon' slide
Catch an opp, them bullets flying
[?] slang that iron
[?] to the sky
[?] forever slide
I put my pistol on the dresser, then I f*ck her from the back
[?] got a n*gga [?]
Everytime she come around, she tell me how you talk about me
pus*y ass n*gga, be direct, don't gossep 'bout me
[?] blue flag [?]
[?] free them killers out that prison
I won't respond to pus*y boy, let him know I seen him dissing
[?] get a bag, up that mack with the extention
[Chorus]
Aye, I know some sh*t that you ain’t heard of
Some sh*t that I ain't heard in a minute
I catch an opp, he go to hell, savage murder I’m sinnin
Two project babies shake the block, told em it’s ???
You bring his head back in a box, you just might get another penny
I go dumb yea, I could give a f*ck where these pus*y n*ggas from, yea
Hop out with that cutter, my brudda, let that b*tch dump, aye
Every time we hop out, yea we have them mops out
Every time I Glock out, yea we know I rock out