Yo Gotti Castro Lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I'm Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I'm Castro, yah
Kickin' bitches like I'm Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off EA Sports, I'm in the Playoffs (in the game)
I'm in Saks goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin' AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the p*ssy wack
Wanna unf*ck her, get her p*ssy back
Cuban on your boy, I'm Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin', they amazed
Put me on a track with 'Ye
In the kitchen rocking 'Ye's
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin', we don't do the phone
They record everythin' we say