Custo (feat. RichGains)

Where we at?

Virginia was hot, Wisconsin was fuego, Canada dry, Kentucky was a-okay
Ohio the worst but Iowa turnt, takin' my time when I ride with the work
Ringer cut off on my burnout, thinkin' 'bout all the turnpikes that I burn up
Leanin' off the dirty Sprite, it's my third cup, switched up my rental to mental
Big gun like Desperado, got flicked twice comin' through Colorado
On my way to Nevada to shop, we tag 'em and bag 'em right after the swap
Flew to Cali', made music with Ali and Rich while I wait for this package to drop
While you wait on your album to flop, I'ma breakdance the whole bag at the spot
Carolina was catchin' 'em pops, under the table, was stackin' 'em tops
Nah, these ain't no Apple Jacks in this box, they call me LEGO for traffickin' blocks
Had that one shit go up top, flicked the one switch, hundred shots
That's just one clip, tote the stock on the drum stick, no, we not for the fuck shit
Catch a nigga reachin' (Brrt), he gon' get the whole motherfuckin' drum set
Your best bet is to run next, spin his bitch back around, I ain't done yet
Can't relate to me? Get a blood test, never really see me get upset
Eatin' with the killers and cut-necks, either you a victim or suspect (What else?)

Leanin' off a three of the techno, bitch tried to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow
Turned one into two like Presto, it's a blue-light special
Gesundheit, achoo, God bless you, all you niggas preachin' the Creflo
In my city, you one of two things, it's either you the dealer or custo'
Either you the dealer or custo', nigga gon' respect me with the utmost
Squeeze the Sig, left the scene full of gun smoke, he say he wanna see the hit up close
Tweakin' with the drillers and cut-throats, lil' bro turn the beef to a rump roast
All my niggas grew up to be Creatures where either you the dealer or custo'

Gotta keep it key like Destro, duckin' DPD in the metro-
'Politan area, bodies they carry, your life beat, to live and die in America
Plus a two for the Glock that you carry, them crackers got my neck in a noose
They get mad when I'm stressin' my truth, had it bad 'fore I stepped in the booth
Fled the murder scene in the 'jects, brodie pled the first degree in the feds
After that, it was murder she wrote, girlie blessed me, courtesy of the chef
Still get thirty a key for the Fent' and a extra service free for the prep
Lil' nigga ain't street, he a pest, free that nigga H and I see Pesc'
227, that's a whole lot of pape', seven to three, that's a full-body stretch
Tell 'em niggas it ain't nobody safe, we them niggas that can't nobody press
Judgin' off by the list of things, first you see me in it, so ain't nobody fresh
Givenchy tennis with the Goyard sweats, if you ask me, shit, can't nobody dress
If we beefin', ain't no sleepin', wake the whole ghetto up, shit, can't nobody rest
Heavy metal shake the soul out his chest, catch him and kill him, make your mama stressed
Lil' folks that's just laid to rest, youngin caught him lackin', left his pole by the steps
He can't even go to the store by his self, I pray that my brodie catch your body next

Leanin' off a three of the techno, bitch tried to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow
Turned one into two like Presto, it's a blue-light special
Gesundheit, achoo, God bless you, all you niggas preachin' the Creflo
In my city, you one of two things, it's either you the dealer or custo'
Either you the dealer or custo', nigga gon' respect me with the utmost
Squeeze the Sig, left the scene full of gun smoke, he say he wanna see the hit up close
Tweakin' with the drillers and cut-throats, lil' bro turn the beef to a rump roast
All my niggas grew up to be Creatures where either you the dealer or custo'