Lyrics:
Check my custom machine
Well she's metal flake blue with a corvette mill
(Check my custom machine)
And they say it looks better when she's
Xans so high (high)
I'm in first class with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in first class Meek Milly (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my nigga Grip at customs
With his convoy of threshing machines
Now what would make a man make a promise he can't keep?
A custom cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week
started spraying
Went through customs and the scanners
LAPD stopping niggas
All they want is drugs and hammers
Impossible Burgers got me shitting
I be
aller le 4 temps sur ma custom
C'est l'beau-frère qui m'en parlait tout l'temps
Pis moi j't'influençable c'est pas mêlant
T'aurais du voir la face à ma
Custom af one's they got the neon light up under
I feel like azula how I hit em with the thunder
Brand new bb Simon I just wear it for a day
Call me
machine
I wanna buy the whole mall
I want it all
Gotta have what I see
Verse two:
I bought an Expedition
Now I want an Escalade
And I won't ride unless
un favor dame esa Machine gun (thank you)
A donde quiera que voy siempre digo (thank you)
No hace falta recordar siempre digo (thank you)
Nunca olvido
She's my baby, the one for me
She ain't no newbie she's L33T
She's LAN, She got custom skin
She's my AI, She gonna kill or die
She's gonna fly on a plane
Automatics from seven chambers eighty-two bullets
When you pull it the little twenty five sound like Ganas
Machine guns electric cords rob the power
We never blessing the beef
Now they step 2 waps..
Gang love pressing machines
Bro shoot I reload..
We make it rain and repeat
Acquitted
There's always a show there
In the castle
In the castle, is decay
It has been invaded
(Where's my time machine?)
By Asians with weak bones
And Rudolph and the reindeer, they're lookin' long and mean
It's the fastest, highest flyin' winter wonderland machine
I ain't seen it for myself, but I heard
dripping sauce (Sauce)
Had the juice for a while, I let it pour
I be dripping foreign (Foreign)
Custom-made, glowing from the bottom
I be dripping cold
Automatics from seven chambers eighty-two bullets
When you pull it the little twenty five sound like Ganas
Machine guns electric cords rob the power
Here I come in my fifty seven
She's a real low rider paint perfection
With a custom engine painted black with flames
Ain't nobody gonna call that hot
Sigh let's get back into it nigga
Uh, y'all ready?
Machine, the one and only, Plain Jane Patek
I ain't wear the Rollie
Nigga my tux is custom Brioni
sensation, frustration, relation, temptation,
Sensational
Sexy, kind, love machine
Custom built, for my dreams
Fantasized lips that shine
I'll be hers, she is
Phenotype custom-built
Alien flesh eruption
New organs of unknown function
Retro-viral implants empower to modify
Unleash arcane potential, physique
the best that you can
You got what you need, work hard, understand
Custom Green Kings change, but the sky stays Blue
So I stay Strong and keep pressin'
semi-automatic machine guns)
(Everybody get extreme from backup)
The revolution will not be televised (I got some snipers)
(Bring on the whole..)
[Motion
semi-automatic machine guns)
(Everybody get extreme from backup)
The revolution will not be televised (I got some snipers)
(Bring on the whole..)
[Motion
in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does
Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?
Haters sayin', "Fuck Russ", women tryna fuck Russ
all said and done
Then wanna cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the grrr, mean green out the money machine
I'm not
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