Cu$tom Ink Lyrics – Mar$hall
Singer: Mar$hall
Title: Cu$tom Ink
Finna rock out, ya dig?
Tell ’em, 3quinox
Let’s go, lil b#tch
I put my opp on a shirt, say what?
I put my opp on a shirt, say what?
I put my opp on a shirt, yeah
I put my opp on a shirt like Custom Ink (Uh-huh)
Bet you know what that means (Wee-woo)
I still keep that strap in my jeans (Boom-Bow)
Spinnin’ the block is my daily routine
Like ooh, what do you mean?
Run up on me, you get shot like vaccines (Uh-huh)
Badass b#tch, she from Philippines (Yessir)
Choppa bullets, send ’em straight to your spleen (Boom-Bah)
Like hold on, huh, hold on, huh (What?)
Run up on me, you get blown down, huh (Boom-Bah)
.45 Glocks when I ride ’round, huh (Yessir)
Say you want smoke, won’t back down, huh (Nah-uh)
Killed his homeboy, he had a meltdown (Boo-hoo)
That boys actin’ tough, but he not now (Ha)
His gun jammed up, that’s a letdown, huh (Huh, what?)
Caught his #ss lackin’ in a nightgown, huh (Oh, say what?)
Blick to his face, start the countdown, huh (What?)
3-2-1, that’s his brain gone, uh (p#ss#)
Murder his whole block, it’s a ghost town, huh (Ghost town)
Play with my name, you dead wrong, huh (You dead wrong, b#tch)
Sticks to his face, made him lay down (Lay down, lil hoe)
Rob that boy ass, it’s a shakedown (It’s a shakedown)
From my side of town, we don’t play ’round (We don’t play ’round)
When we on your side it’s a playground, lil b#tch (It’s a playground)
I put my opp on a shirt like Custom Ink (What)
Bet you know what that means (Wee-woo)
I still keep that strap in my jeans (Bah)
Spinnin’ the block is my daily routine (Let’s go)
Like ooh, what do you mean?
Run up on me, you get shot like vaccines (Boom-bah)
Badass b#tch, she from Philippines (Hey, what?)
Choppa bullets, send ’em straight to your spleen (Yessir)
Speakin’ on gang, see what happens (Hold on)
I aim with that strap, and I’m blastin’ (Boom-bah)
Totin’ semi-automatics (Yessir)
Run up on gang, let you have it (Yessir)
I really blam sh#t, for real (Uh-huh)
My youngin’ be wildin’, just for a killin’ (It’s like what?)
Ain’t trippin’, you know what it is (Uh-huh)
I call the opps burgers the way they get grilled
My fault, I stretched that, boy (Say what?)
These real #ss guns, I ain’t playin’ with no toys (Uh-huh)
I was born in this b#tch to destroy (Boom-Bah)
He talkin’ out his top, we pop that boy (Hold on)
Think he hot, we stop that boy
Heart stop that boy, deadshot, headshot, we rock that boy (Bah-Bah)
Close range that boy, you ain’t makin’ no noise (Yessir)
Brand new Rolls Royce, diss gang, bad choice (Yeah)
I put my opp on a shirt like Custom Ink
Bet you know what that means (Wee-woo)
I still keep that strap in my jeans (Boom-bah)
Spinnin’ the block is my daily routine
Like ooh, what do you mean?
Run up on me, you get shot like vaccines (Boom-bah)
Badass b#tch, she from Philippines (Uh-huh)
Choppa bullets, send ’em straight to your spleen (Lil b#tch, yeah)
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