Accustomed Lyrics

I'm way too cool for that dumb shit, way too fly for that bum shit, watch I make that money

spread like mustard

So rough, so tough, do the hustle. Them niggas goofy, they some lame fuckin' bustas. When we catch them niggas out, we gon' rush em

Pink cookies, plastic bag, I'm the crusher. So rough, so tough, I'm accustomed. I done got accustomed to this fuckin' lifestyle

I'm talkin' danger like a stranger in Moscow. This shit raw, this shit rugged, nigga, my style

Ayy, it's finna get dark, you better watch out. Shit, Terminator 2 when I pop out. On Churchiani, we gon' go and do it mob style

Put your name on the walls, gettin' crossed out. Get to clappin', I'm a racist, now he chalked out

I'm way too cool for that dumb shit, way too fly for that bum shit, watch I make that money spread like mustard

So rough, so tough, do the hustle. Them niggas goofy, they some lame fuckin' bustas. When we catch them niggas out, we gon' rush em

Pink cookies, plastic bag, I'm the crusher. So rough, so tough, I'm accustomed

I ain't glorifyin' shit, man, it is what it is. I ain't babysittin', bitch, I'm headin' straight to the fridge

Brush my waves, then I throw on that Midnight in Paris. It's like Woolworth in London, G motherfuckin' scared

I was born to pound, shit, I love the Mack. Yeah, I fucked a bitch, didn't call her back

She gave me Gucci shit with the matching hat, but you gon' cry in the back, you can have that scat

Nigga, matter of fact, make a nigga have a asthma attack. I'm too good, I need a pat on the back

Hey, I hope you not mad, cause I'm back at it. I'm comin' through, rockin' water like the Titanic

And I hope you not mad, I got high standards. It's like Paisley Park, all my girls look fantastic

Slammin', I love it when you shit talk. I put that heavy metal on you like Slipknot

Way too cool for that dumb shit. Way too fly for that bum shit. Watch I make that money spread like mustard

So rough, so tough, do the hustle. Them niggas goofy, they some lame fuckin' bustas

When we catch them niggas out, we gon' rush em. Pink cookies, plastic bag, I'm the crusher

So rough, so tough, I'm accustomed. I'm way too cool for that dumb shit

I'm way too fly. Fly. Yeah