Cu$tom Lyrics

I got custom jeans, custom chains, custom rings, custom bling

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

You don't even know what come to me, she come to me for a couple things

She cum for me and comfort me, I bust down in my custom tee

Hating ain't my cup of tea, I won't retreat, don't come for me

Unless you really wanna meet the two hundred and twenty-three, my custom piece

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Love it when I do it, am I a money or a custy fiend?

Don't tell me when you look in the mirror you don't see them crusties mane

Yeah this a custom piece on custom chain

I got custom pockets in this custom blazer

You can't catch me in the same shit as you ever nigga

If you pull up, imma pull the trigger

I put the Mac in a wrap and I roll it up

I'm gonna face and still feel like I just ain't smoke enough

Thirty pack in my lap don't approach me bruh

Asking questions like you dumb and you don't know ya stuff

I think about what It's gonna be like when I'm 50

Can I walk?

Can I talk?

Can I run?

Can I jog?

Can I kick it like I wanna or will it all have caught up wit me?

Everything I do now affect the outcome but they think I'm tripping

Will they think the same in the future? Truth is prolly not

I know we all gonna rot one day, but it's bout now until the box

They say it's wisdom in these dreads, but I had these thoughts before the locs

And I had these feet before the socks so without em I'm still gonna walk

And I'm still gonna step, get throat like strep

Get off my back and get a check

Chasing next, not tryna wreck

So much to still get off my chest

No one to trust, No heart to love

Keep on going I ain't giving up

I'm making plays, I been clutch

I'm the one to run it up

I'm so different from you niggas, but I'm still getting to this cake

I'm growing food I do the work, but now you looking at my plate

It's straight you tried to skate but I'm not finna take the bait

I peep the hate, won't break, I make it germinate

It just feel like I'm waiting on ya turn to flake

Waking up sweating thinking bout all the turns to make

Is it eternal fate feel like I know everything it's gonna take

I can't hear the snakes, but I know they there

I be the radical, but adaptable to a point, then change like a tadpole

I want a racket hoe to tote the pole n roll my dope

Can't count my bread it never fold

Said what I said and how it go, you ride the boat or try to float

Another day, another note

Stopped getting fades and let it grow

I'm too well rounded to be grounded, I just had to let you know

And I just blew another O, and flipped a olly for the O

Swift like foxes stacking dough,

IYK YK hoe

I got custom jeans, custom chains, custom rings, custom bling

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean

You don't even know what come to me, she come to me for a couple things

She cum for me and comfort me, I bust down in my custom tee

Hating ain't my cup of tea, I won't retreat, don't come for me

Unless you really wanna meet the two hundred and twenty-three, my custom piece