Custo

[Intro]

Where we at?

[Verse 1]

Virginia was hot, Wisconsin was fuego, Canada dry, Kentucky was a-okay

Ohio the worst but Iowa turnt, takin' my time when I ride with the work

Ringer cut off on my burnout, thinkin' 'bout all the turnpikes that I burned up

Leanin' off the dirty Sprite, it's my third cup, switched up my rental to Minno

Big gun like Desperado, got flicked twice comin' through Colorado

On my way to Nevada to shop, we tag 'em and bag 'em right after the swap

Flew to Cali', made music with Ali and Rich while I wait for this package to drop

While you wait on your album to flop, I'ma breakdance the whole bag at the spot

Carolina was catchin' 'em pops, under thе table, was stackin' 'em tops

Nah, thesе ain't no Apple Jacks in this box, they call me LEGO for traffickin' blocks

Of that one shit go up top, flicked the one switch, hundred shots

That's just one clip, tote the stock on the drum stick, no, we not for the fuck shit

Catch a nigga reachin' (Brrt), he gon' get the whole motherfuckin' drum set

Your best bet is to run next, spin this bitch back around, I ain't done yet

Can't relate to me? Get a blood test, never really see me get upset

Eatin' with the killers and cut-necks, either you a victim or suspect (What else?)

[Chorus]

Leanin' off a three of the techno, bitch tried to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow

Turned one into two like Presto, it's a blue-light special

Gesundheit, achoo, God bless you, all you niggas preachin' the Creflo

In my city, you one of two things—it's either you the dealer or custo

Either you the dealer or custo, nigga gon' respect me with the utmost

Squeeze the Sig, left the scene full of gun smoke, he say he wanna see the hit up close

Tweakin' with the drillers and cut-throats, lil' bro turn the beef to a rump roast

All my niggas grew up to be Creatures where either you the dealer or custo

[Verse 2]

Gotta keep it key like Destro, duckin' DPD in the metro-

-Politan area, bodies they carry, your life beat, to live and die in America

Plus a two for the Glock that you carry, them crackers got my neck in a noose

They get mad when I'm stressin' my truth, had it bad 'fore I stepped in the booth

Fled the murder scene in the 'jects, brodie pled the first degree in the feds

After that, it was murder she wrote, girlie blessed me, courtesy of the chef

Still get thirty a key for the Fent' and a extra service free for the prep

Lil' nigga ain't street, he a pest, free that nigga HNIC Pesh

227, that's a whole lot of pape', seven to three, that's a full-body stretch

Tell 'em niggas it ain't nobody safe, we them niggas that can't nobody press

Judgin' off by the looks of things, first you see me in it, so ain't nobody fresh

Givenchy tennis with the Goyard sweats, if you ask me, shit, can't nobody dress

If we beefin', ain't no sleepin', wake the whole ghetto up, shit, can't nobody rest

Heavy metal shake the soul out his chest, catch him and kill him, make your mama stressed

Lil' folks that's just laid to rest, youngin caught him lackin', left his pole by the steps

He can't even go to the store by his self, I pray that my brodie catch your body next

[Chorus]

Leanin' off a three of the techno, bitch tried to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow

Turned one into two like Presto, it's a blue-light special

Gesundheit, achoo, God bless you, all you niggas preachin' the Creflo

In my city, you one of two things—it's either you the dealer or custo

Either you the dealer or custo, nigga gon' respect me with the utmost

Squeeze the Sig, left the scene full of gun smoke, he say he wanna see the hit up close

Tweakin' with the drillers and cut-throats, lil' bro turn the beef to a rump roast

All my niggas grew up to be Creatures where either you the dealer or custo