Customs Video (MV)

I don't trust them, tell these hoes from the start
Say I love you, bitch it came from the heart
Fye it up, this bitch smell like a fart
Rev it up, I'm on go like a cart
I don't see them in my view, niggas peons
You can miss me with the cap like I'm Leon
I'ma throw the pack at them like Deon
Bitch I'm going hard, Who turnt the heat on
Hit lil missy, told the bitch get her freak on
Niggas pissy cause they can't get they leech on
How I'm dripping in this bitch it's a leak on
You can't block me, so just watch me from bleachers
I just peeled him now it's blood on my sneakers
How you kill him, I didn't budge for the feature
Now you feel him, How you miss the procedure?
Vow to seal him when I send 'em through customs

I'm in the back of the bach with the backend
Brat how the bitch acting
Splat cause I got the tact in
Prada my cologne
Gotta trust, I'ma put this shit on
He just bought a zip, made that shit flip
I just upped from hip, made his ass dip
Sipping on this fifth, but I'm on point
Puffing on this pack, but I can't lack
It ain't over, bitch that shit was a myth
Taking over, bitch that trick got the gift
I just booked them for a show out in Cali
I just hooked them with the flow, now they feel me
Sticks and stones hurt that boy, but won't kill me
This cologne I put on, it conceal me
In my zone, shit you on not appealing
Wake them up, cause these niggas and bitches was sleep on him
Caked up, so I went got the creep on him
Give a f*ck, living wild and I'm free on them
Wish 'em luck, cause I went turnt the heat on them
I'm prepared for the worst and praying for the best
Don't declare it in ya verse, say it with your chest
Moncler on, know I gotta keep the Gen 5 in my vest
Hoe you know I'm tryna bone
You can let them other guys do the rest
Bitch don't hit me on my phone
I ain't feeling no reply to your text
Truth hurt, when you go with the flow
Tooth hurt, in the throat of ya hoe
Booth hurt, when he spoke what he wrote