Yung Skah - Fidel Castro lyrics

(Warm-Up) Ey Alright Ey, Yo, Ey (Intro) Free Bam, free X, who next in the jam Nappy headed n***a bumping old school D.R.A.M Neglectful fam, f**ing fiendin Fanta Never had a dad, I don't believe in Santa I dont pray alot because it slip my mind I never keep a b**h cause I'm a waste of time Pastors hate me, all my exes played me, and if I ever had a rope bet you couldn't save me (Verse 1) Daddy issues, f**ing grab a tissue You a young bull, stop acting p**y 4, 5, 6 n***as rocking Stussy, Imma rob they a** for the f**ing fun Don't gang bang, just clutch the gun, and if the cops come, n***as better run Imma Wild Boy call me Waka Flocka Choppa opera screaming like retarded llamas ( Verse 1 Breakdown) Say I joke around to much like what Say ya boy bout to go to hell that's clutch Say I'm the street like cars, bars Sipping on sh** that's rated R Ran up in a house last night like what All of my girls had a bubble bu*t Stay up in yo place like a fitted, f** it Act like a bra with a titty, f** it (Outro) Popping the fire be bracking My cousin got out he not lacking Like ey, Woah Asking me how I don't know, I just roll in bowl and I'm toting that fire I'm pope Cutting me off like a rope, ey Not that important no more, ey Stomp on that b**h in a basket, ey Stomp on that b**h in a casket, ey