Customer

Lyrics

[Intro] It ain't nothin' For Queens, nigga, [?] for some work That's regular, Harlem La musica de Harry Fraud [Verse 1: Grafh] Uh, the product is heavy I bought [?] like Rihanna with the Fenty The collar on my rottweiler is a Fendi (that's nice!) The fur that I'm rockin' is Prada for the Wendy The bottom got caught in the door hoppin' out the Bentley Stylin, it's not about the trendy This is finesse, after I kill a pussy, I'm hoppin' out it gently Gang shit, my squad in the assembly, we the movers A stove hot than the coke in the pot, reproducers Believe my shootеrs got the schedule that thе reaper usin' 'Cause we need opportunity, y'all niggas need excuses I got [?] the dump, shotty the pump The plug foreign, he be sounding like Melania Trump Southside is our side, the front riding [?] [?] bump Body inside of my trunk Shotty inside of my trunks Take a pan, and make it dance I don't negotiate the prices, but I do payment plans, cool? [Chorus: Grafh] You only a customer Walking in the presence of hustlers You only a customer Walking in the presence of hustlers Whippin that six up off the lot (ay, ay, ay) Whip it till it's filling up the pot (ay, ay, ay) This that [?] fish [?] drop You only a customer, ah? [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Hope my face is just as good as my word is Pump bass, you only as good as the bird is Talking numbers, then tell me what the word is You know I keep my gun in this city so I murder Take your, hand out your pocket, please you making me nervous Tryna impress me will only do you a disservice Cause the preacher will be talking about you at the service [?] 50 at you, hit you with 9 like you Curtis Most of these niggas couldn't tell you what a gussy is In my hood, I seen grown folks selling dust to kids And then they ask why we ain't got no fucks to give Stomach touching ribs, nothin' in the fridge We ate off a sales from a crack transaction How could they fix they mouth of a black man's actions? You should be rewarded and applauded They said our wires get tapped and our phones get distorted They say, [?] is in the box, his phone got reported Your mama shouldn't have did it, now your grown ass gonna get aborted Fucking with the wrong person, champ, I'm a winner Eat you like a shrimp scampi dinner [Chorus: Grafh] You only a customer Walking in the presence of hustlers You only a customer Walking in the presence of hustlers Whippin that six up off the lot (ay, ay, ay) Whip it till it's filling up the pot (ay, ay, ay) This that [?] fish [?] drop You only a customer, ah?