CUSTOS Lyrics

I got shooters in the uber dont be dumb

Nigga try to take my chain they gone do it to em

It wasn't beef if you ain't kill who you into it wit

I'm in the A I told this baby I feel Ludacris

Bring some champagne to the table we the good fellas

Gettin money fuckin whores baby look at us

I done prolly hit yo favorite r&b bitch

We ain't answerin no questions we aint see shit

Choose up while I'm here I ain't stayin long

If he ain't up enough to kick it tell em stay at home

Whats in this cup a have my mama say I'm dead wrong

Bitches playin on my phone feel like Craig mama

Nigga touch one a the guys knock his head off

Told him if he shop in bulk I take some bread off it

Told him if he got a custo I got extras

Take the ball full court baby no pressure

I threw the work like a sport made em go catch it

Caught the work and did his dance like Randy Moss

I got some lil niggas don't complain what it cost

I met them niggas at the port like Rick Ross

If she dont see that I'm important she can get lost

Niggas tryna add us up by what we bought

Niggas tryna do the math to no avail

Baby think I'm all that like Keenan & Kel

Lemon pepper all flats imma cook myself

If its smoke lil nigga then its top shelf

If its broke I got contracts to fix it

I been talkin shit nigga you just wasn't listening

I got these pills from the farm you got no chicken

Opp bitch dropped the lo you aint low at all

You watched yo mans die

You ain't blow at all

Prolly thought I was broke til I showed it off

Them niggas thought I was a crumb til I showed my colors

Told her I don't fall in love she can fuck my brothers

Any nigga I'm around I can get em paid

I'm nsync wit the streets like Justin Timberlake

Opp bitch wanna take me on a dinner date

Fucked her wit my gun on me just in case

When she let me do her up I fucked her face

Yea guess whose back I feel like Mase

I got shooters in the uber dont be dumb

Nigga try to take my chain they gone do it to em

It wasn't beef if you ain't kill who you into it wit

I'm in the A I told this baby I feel Ludacris

Bring some champagne to the table we the goof fellas

Gettin money fuckin whores baby look at us

I done prolly hit yo favorite r&b bitch

We ain't answering no questions we aint see shit

Bitch see me and get excited I'm like a prize

If you ain't into gettin money you not my type

If you aint into flashy niggas you might not like me

Stood tall I ain't cry when I got indicted

Lil folks caught the contact from pyrex

Quit talkin about yo opps if you aint slidin

Fuck you talkin bout them chops you still in hidin

I might sign some young killas like Kevin Liles

You aint never touched a 50 lil nigga you childish

Lil bitch buy me Rick she think she stylish

Bitch I could've been a pimp my heart so solid

She think I'm stone cold

Told the bitch to gone on

I ain't never been a bitch or tucked my tail

She gotta be up on my dick cause I love myself

I got them shooters in the uber lil dawg be careful

I done put the work in

I deserve to be selfish