Grafh, Jim Jones - Customer lyrics

It ain't nothin'
For Queens, nigga, for some work
That's regular, Harlem
La musica de Harry Fraud

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 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?

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

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?