Quelle Chris
Custard Spoon
[verse 1]
Yeah, that pissin’ in your elevator
Magic (magic!), don’t force it
The right touch make it pull out
The fit like a glove
The feel be like school’s out
For flicks it's ice grills
All smiles at the shootout
Manning the grill with OGs at the Lo cookout
Only steamin' the veggies
Loud and corny the new clout
Sometimes I miss Reggie
When 'no cap' was 'no doubt'
Yo, RIP Reggie yo (over y'all [?])
Shoutouts like stop frontin'
[verse 2]
The vibes is too scammy
The yams too candy
I'm never on the lam
I'm just the lamb through Mary
And God bless the Child I got my own
Not obliged to kiss goodbye
I'm never out my zone
It's still as-salamu alaykums and shabbat shaloms
But if it's been too long a while
Don't dial my phone, man (C'mon, dog)
It's been like 3 years, dog (Text me first, at least)
Fuck is you doin'? C'mon
[verse 3]
Your whole team need a v-steam
I roll my own then throw a bone to the Pekingese
Rolled over from seeing cream as a sweet dream
Rolled out the sweet his robe draggin' over like Swee'Pea
Bon appetite!
Suis generis his rap sheet clean
That and his sheets clean
Mac like Pimp C
Had him on CC
See like that just happens so easily
It's a wrap (oh)
Or that was the theory, man (that was the theory)
(I don't know now)
[verse 4]
Heed science don't try to creep or be quiet (damn)
Could've been pulled receipts on these would-be weed clients
I only ain't call you custy 'cuz you was in need
Don't try to front like you wasn't crusty when steam wasn't supplyin'
Some dusted off the skis cut keys connivin'
If they wasn't lockin' up the seeds we'd be compliant, man
The way y'all doin' that shit be—
You gotta keep it
Black market forever (forever, dog)
Forever!
Fuck outta here!
It's—what you think I want...
Get my shit from, I want trees from the ops now? (Is you dumb?)
Crazy