Customer Service (feat. Rigz)

I been sifting so much raw my thumb stay callused I’m drippin like plum sauce my plug speak Spanish Drinks wit the rum-bar s’how I stay balanced No cappin Me I’m Neva in a panic Got storage in the city Got More in the burbs where the sidewalks pretty But the cops more absurd I’m mostly dealing in the light it’s better on my nerves Don’t call me when it’s dark That’s a gram sellers world Me I crush a lot cause my buck a lot F*ck a thot unless she smuggle in the butt a lot I got the blood a pac I swear I’m revolutionary but I play wit guns a lot so much a bullet marks my heart (Im scarred) That’s a fact I’ll Sell you fiction later (That’s the cut) If you cop 9 zips it come equip wit flavour The comeback sauce it turn a flip to major Invest wit me I promise you be givin Labor (That work) Imma different breed different speed shorties gotta trick for me Patek phillipe in my DNA my glow extreme Every time I show up They know it’s me If they copping more than 9 the cut for free You say you hustle raw? Nah nigga no not at all I cud smell the acetone outside ya car Ya steps equivalent to dance fever (You got the wrong cut) You making em sick Prick Too much damn ether (You got the wrong cut) It ain’t coming back enough for the connoisseurs My clientele use to turnin least 3 to 4 And that’s on a bad day Charging 40 for a plate let me know you never ever had weight In my city it’s like 50 plus Either yours ain’t primo or you robbed it thinking coming up I ain’t leaving my plug just to f*ck wit bruh I ain’t built this program to f*ck it up I ain’t selling slow grams I’m up n up I give a pack they buy it back good customers And if they selling to the smoking fienders Every 9 come wit lidocaine that comeback like Jordan sneakers