[Lyric] Bitches in Havana (Louis Hammock)

Aye yo whatsup motherfuckers
I'm iced out and dangerous ice road truckers
Cliche lines i'll say yo bitch is my lover
Rub a dub a bathing ape bath tub runner
Daydreaming over guns and gold, brainwashed by mobb deep and some chopped and screwed
The tall weird white fucker ain't fitting no moulds
I ring ya moms up on a stolen blackberry bold
And in fact, im actually upon another level
Come through burn your house down like congolese rebels
Stand tall on deez number ones on my pedestal
Like you're in the bakery asking wheres your bread gone, fuck
I'm singing wheres your head at
These Basement Jaxx bootlegging in the cellar
With free samples from the plant seller
The pantie smeller, do an inside job with the bank teller

Its like im one two stepping on you hoes
Neat package flows like three times fold
I smoke soap with my eyes low
Im not feeling to well, I'm ill let me remind you
We talk big shit man fuck being insightful
I'll probably start a cult and this heres my new bible
Feelin like a lord I need me a new title
Catch me playing tennis with a sawn off rifle
And all I wanna do is tell the world how my nuts hang
Like the reason why im rapping is the pussy and a mustang
I go saddam hussein on your weak shit
L.o.u.i.s dream team shit
Speedboats on the beach, smoke joints with an indian chief
I wake up light the reefer then I brush my teeth
Got fucking ability spit sixteen bars and go off on a killing spree