Lyrics:
Custom Mess

mess theyre all a mess just like me if you put us all together it gets really ugly im a mess im a messed up kid with a mess of a life I look for boots

'm getting ready so nice-ice-ice (Holla) It's kinda cool I gotta ruin my voice (Check this shit out!) No mirror lady bitch can deny I'm getting customized, customized, customized

ice and a Porsche? I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom

his fucking town In the city of Chi where mothafuckas 17 shots cause family visited his fucking town In the city of Chi where mothafuckas born Go pound for pound and mess

like ice cream, Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work, In your Volvo, suit and tie We'll be crawling in your bed sir, Messing

at a dollar, this for y'all, man Personality change, man, the Kid, Cassidy, this for the hood I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey I got the product, narcotics for the customers

old squel They be the first to snitch so you alert a chick If she settle Cam I??¦a hurt the bitch And I don??° care who she mess with Rest with, put

teeth Now show yo grill man Grill ?em, grill ?em, grill ?em (Show yo grill man) Grill ?em, grill ?em, grill ?em (Show yo grill man) Blue Bentley wit da blue rims Customized

her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib She did the dumb shit, my nigga then clapped her Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess