Lyrics:
That's my homie
That's my broski
That's the gang
We don't bang
Blue bimmer
Switching lanes
Custom car
Custom paint
Custom frames
Got a degree and I
a trimming
Bro custom car he got the rims in
Said he a star he need the tint did
Shawty come over she wearing some pink shit
I ask her to show me what them
Custom heat up on feet car interior leather
Through the storm
Through the pain and the weather
Ima always stay one hunnid ima do it however
Never lie
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy that's life work
Crystal clear starin' make your eyes hurt
Time for the new breed, Triple C
Custom cars
O"
Then came the surfers and the Hodads ya' know
We had our woodies and our custom cars
And when we drove around we knew we were bad
My baby listens
your house
This cost more than your car
Vroom vroom
Pussy custom made
Pussy custom made yeah (damn)
Pussy custom made
Pussy custom made
Pussy never
cigars
Basic bitches and custom cars
Blow jobs in the SLR's
Realest ones wanna watch you shine
Smoking good and I'm talking facts
Iced out like DJ
breed, Triple see
Custom cars and cycles
Psycho path for my math
Put my hand on the pipe torch
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be
and thrown it all away
They're gonna settle down in L.A.
They've heard the stories of Hollywood and stars
Sunset Boulevard and custom cars
From Roulette
(I'm sorry)
Never trust them hoes, never trust a boss, catch you gettin' soft
Nigga, custom cars (I'm sorry), blow your brains apart (I'm sorry)
I'm not right now
You don't need to ask me for a ride
I'm gonna offer it if I see you on him at
The party then I'm offing it
Pulled up in a custom car
(wee straight)
Pull up to the club on dubs
Whey these niggas playa hate
Custom trucks and cars
With a system bumping hard
Smoking dro outta jars
Bout
or he whose sags with neglect?
Our lives are only skin deep in this world of ours
Would you rather ride a pumpkin or a custom car?
Frankie worked out
want the bread with no filling
Custom Car reg with no ceiling
Broke ties and we cut loss
Knees tucked under glove box
Pedal down like we duck cops
funky, gas junkie, custom car from gas monkey
Bathing ape, thc I smoke it out the vape
Bowl or a bong, smoke more than cheech & chong
Long smoke, chain
women and driving custom cars
And then it happened when my record went gold
Then I'm thinkin' what will I do when I get old
Can't live forever
From a state in the hills
And a custom car garage
Shows is like a pro
Shoutout to my parivaar
Blessings for the real ones
Who been raising up
to El Paso
I was takin' it real slow
El Velvet Elvis
Checkin' out the show
Back on the freeway
Down to Mona Bar
We got a street racer
And a custom car
I get fired
Answer, be results, numbers on the board
Success, I got, I'm doin' somersaults
Gold poles in the vault, platinum bars, custom cars
Next
a trimming
Bro custom car he got the rims in
Said he a star he need the tint did
Shawty come over she wearing some pink shit
I ask her to show me what them
with rear view
She be having threesome, spending all her income
Leaving all her venom, leaving with the custom car
Moving around with the superstar,
on this beat yea
Swear to God, and I swear this talk ain't cheap yea
Custom cars and I'm burning down the street yea
Taking off and I'm watching for police
pastillas
Cuando lo hace se pone a llamar
Siempre es lo mismo esta acostumbra'
Le gusta el capsuleo en mi CUSTOM CAR
En la nave estacionao' meti la reversa
Tu
know I used to have a few classic custom cars
And for a while I even had a dope ass fuckin' After Bar
Yeah I was a dive bar super star
But man fuck I
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