Artie Customs - OTB

We gotta get that interview with Artie Customs That boy fire
Wait, is that him, oh shit
Hold up, Mr. Customs
Gabrielle, Go go get him
Hey hey hey Artie Customs
Can we ask you a few questions
Huh
So tell us what's hot right now
Yeah
We see you just came out the mall Yeah yeah
What's in the box
Haa Get Em
Pull up hot, let me buy
Fresh up out the box
Hello thot, love me not
I just want some top
Dumbo ops, couple shots
Feel like Chiraq
Rub her crotch, don't be shy
She know I like to watch
Hunnits blue, so is shoes
Make em halla back
Diamonds dancing in the club
Where is dolla at
Double tap
This whole rack
You can pack up that
Madafacts
Where's the safe
I'm gone leave with that
Creeping like I'm jeepers
My sneakers they don't crease
Kachos for the weekend
We fucking we don't speak
Run it like Tim Duncan
Spur of the moment OT
Hunnits in the bundle
We bubble thats soopy
Yo baby mama think I'm hotter
Than a sauna, in the summer
Suck me til sun up, bed knocking Wake ya son up
She was gonna rock him back under But she ain't wanna get off me
That marijuana
Put us all in a slumber uh uh uh
That ain't really happen
I'm capping like new era
Pull up in a Aston
They gasping like no air
Woedy see me grinding
I'm climbing like more stairs
Top floor bound
They ask how you get up there
I'm no lyricsist but my lyrics hit
Like a mobile brick on ya windshield Get it fixed oh oh
Baby I'm that nigga
Biggie would have said I'm bigger
Rapping like no other nigga
Tiger woods I'll put a nigga uh uh
Pull up hot, let me buy
Fresh up out the box
Hello thot, love me not
I just want some top
Dumbo ops, couple shots
Feel like Chiraq
Rub her crotch, don't be shy
She know I like to watch
Hunnits blue, so is shoes
Make em halla back
Diamonds dancing in the club
Where is dolla at
Double tap
This whole rack
You can pack up that
Madafacts
Where's the safe
I'm gone leave with that
Slow it down down down
Down down down
Pick it up, drop it down
Down down down
Damn Sun
Mei Ling got that yum yum
Order out
Put my egg roll on her tongue
Hunny bun
Check the glaze lil Debbie snack
Hit the road
Nigga gone I might double back
This a culvasac, this where popo at
Slow it down
Down down down down
Then I hit it back
Black shade, black jays
Black whip, black out
They ask me if I'm ready
Oh my brother, I'm the next out
This shit is in my blood
LIke oh damn bring the medic out
Held it in so long
Like oh damn nigga let it out
Woedy I'm too cool with it
I'm the type to get acquitted
OJ bronco cruise with it
End up on the news with it
Hold up yes I'm through with it
Snap back you don't do fitted
Since you acting new with it
You should let my crew hit it
Pull up hot, let me buy
Fresh up out the box
Hello thot, love me not
I just want some top
Dumbo ops, couple shots
Feel like Chiraq
Rub her crotch, don't be shy
She know I like to watch
Hunnits blue, so is shoes
Make em halla back
Diamonds dancing in the club
Where is dolla at
Double tap
This whole rack
You can pack up that
Madafacts
Where's the safe
I'm gone leave with that

Written by:
Martell Minter

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