Lyrics:
Hustle God hustle hustle hustle God, we live it Hustle God hustle hustle hustle God All I see is customers, I see customers, all I see is custy's
Yeah, Paco It's Paco It's Paco Custy's love my recipe Niggas tryna get to me Glizzy filled with R.I.P's Hope you niggas brought your heater On your
Walk in the spot and they tell me that I'm reeking I tell em sorry, man the custys had me geeking Heard some niggas they be dissing but they sneaking
I'ma keep this shit a dubb All she wanted was a hug But now your bitch gettin' fucked You a lame, you a scrub You a custy,I'm the plug You gettin'
I need two of those I need one of these I need two of those I need one of these ey EYY OH I been dope for days Living off of yayz Custies
Take some powder Rock it Lock it Sudafed Custys Coppin’ notches If I flop I flip an ounce instead I got a grip on my hand Other wrist whippin’ the pan My
J'le fait pour ma famille moi pas pour du hermès Ma salope enchaine les custys au final c'est moi qui encaisse C'est juste pour le kob et pour mes
to be servin' custy's (ooh-ooh) I've been sippin' that muddy My bitches, they be buddies (ooh-ooh) I'm pullin' up in that skrrt I make these boys (?)
Last night I was dry but tonight I re'd up Gotta get the sticky back on deck I hit my plug up My custies hit my phone like you got that back up If
Then hit your block up like we some grim reapers Im in the trap I tell your bitch to go and bag the dope I fucked up I gave a custy
inside my soul And I saw a prince I’m on my way b**** Let’s get it cracking I done came a long way From money in the mattress Custy hit my phone I hit
Your pills are fake Yeah call the plug You tried to play me But I'm not that dumb I don't see the vision in the shit you do Killing all the Custy's
hun dunnys custy waiting at Wendy's Another one at Tubby's lil dog ran off I ain't seen him in a month of Sundays Selling all this ice cream Like
way From 2 for 30s and custy's I'm leaving amongst thieves So baby don't trust me Ima still your heart In a minute, if you let me ( Ohhh yea yea )
(zone) Pull up old nat gotta serve a custy lone All this guap guap drop wock, sippin wockhart, rockin and chrome hearts, I can't feel my heart chest cold,
nigga who got that musty? It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely It must be,
in your cage, the other 4 in your face And you don't want that I catch a nigga, who ain't pump at Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung
Says, I'm not jokin' an' I'm gonna tell you no lie, I want to eat your custy pie You gotta give me some of it, You gotta give me some of it, You
learned, you can't learn in no library You can be a suspect, you can be a custy Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty These are still the hood
the meter I still leave 'ya brains on 'ya sneaker I still serve a 'custy a 'geeker You got it we taking we eating I'm giving the bag talk nigga I'm talking
the field w the athletes I jus be breaking the rubber bands All of the custys stay tapping in Run up the racks and then flip again Counting these blues ima
refilling prescriptions My best customer custy but Fuck at least she listen Cuz' you said you would be with me forever Ha You must think you're clever girl
She moving her waistline I cannot waste mine Used to serve custies in bayside She wanna taste slime Naz gon score from the baseline I cannot waste time
the custies in Bayside I never switch up I dont take sides All of my bros ona same time B-Ray gon score from the baseline When you reach dont call just facetime
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