Crazy Clientele Lyrics
[Intro]
Got my bomb in my hand, Taliban, yeah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
[Chorus]
Cut my crack with my nail, weigh the bale without the scale (Can I trust you?)
I’m cuttin’ crack with my nail, weigh the bale without a scale
Cuttin’ crack with my nail, I got crazy clientele (Will-A-Fool, Will-Will-Will-William)
Cuttin’ the crack with the nail, weighin’ bale without the scale
I’m a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I’m a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Cookеd a bomb up and I didn’t use a Belly (I ain’t use a scalе)
I was a young nigga, servin’ dope up out the telly (Had them bales goin’)
Tote .223 when you got that fetti (What you doin’, boy?)
Got shottas pullin’ up, they armed and ready (They armed and ready, yeah)
Hold the Glock with two hands, shoot it steady (Shoot the Glock now)
I’m four hours in, been cookin’ Betty (Cookin’ the block ’round)
I’ma front you a kilo ’cause I ain’t petty (I ain’t petty, nigga)
Gon’ rerock a block, my game heavy (Uh)
Been servin’ them yams, crib in Skyami (I’m in Skyami now)
Went from servin’ them grams to havin’ Grammys (Yeah)
Still workin’ twenty-four hours just like a deli (Pluto)
Gotta free my big brother locked in the celly (Free my brother Chuck)
[Chorus]
Cuttin’ the crack with the nail, weighin’ bale without the scale
I’m a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I’m a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele (l got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got crazy clientele, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Workin’ that block, servin’ that cheese, nigga
You gon’ pop it on your own ’cause you don’t need niggas
Servin’ bags of the strong without the seeds, nigga
On the top of the throne, it’s hard to see niggas (I’m a king, nigga)
Got a thousand-one grams, I’m servin’ P’s, nigga (Thousand grams)
Servin’ coke out your hand, you gotta eat, nigga (Servin’ coke)
Ready to run up them bands, street feed niggas
(Freeband Gang)
We gon’ sell it for the high, you got it cheap, nigga
(Yeah)
Just a product of my environment, I’m a key, nigga
It’s hard to sleep with this money, I’m takin’ E, nigga (I’m takin’ X now)
I had to hustle, go get it, wasn’t tryna leave niggas (Go and get it)
I seen a million-somethin’ dollars just off the weed, nigga (Woah)
[Chorus]
Cuttin’ the crack with the nail, weighin’ bale without the scale
I’m a Freeband nigga, I got crazy clientele (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I cut crack with my nail, weigh a bale without the scale
I’m a Black Amigo nigga, I got crazy clientele (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
[Outro]
Junkies at my door, police at my door (I need it, boy)
Junkies at my door, police at my door (Please, boy)
Junkies at my door, police at my door (Yeah)
Pounds in the attic, pounds on the floor (Woah)