Crazy Clientele

Crazy Clientele (Clean) - Future/Metro Boomin

Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

Produced by：Metro Boomin

Got my bomb in my hand Taliban yeah

If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

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 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 I got crazy clientele

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Cooked a bomb up and I didn't use a Belly

I ain't use a scale

I was a young servin' d**e 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

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

Cuttin' the crack with the nail weighin' bale without the scale

I'm a Freeband 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 I got crazy clientele

I got crazy clientele yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I got crazy clientele yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Workin' that block servin' that cheese

You gon' pop it on your own 'cause you don't need

Servin' bags of the strong without the seeds

On the top of the throne it's hard to see

I'm a king

Got a thousand-one grams I'm servin' Ps

Thousand grams

Servin' coke out your hand you gotta eat

Servin' coke

Ready to run up them bands straight feed

Freeband gang

We gon' sell it for the high you got it cheap

Yeah

Just a product of my environment I'm a key

It's hard to sleep with this money I'm takin' E

I'm takin' X now

I had to hustle go get it wasn't tryna leave

Go and get it

I seen a million somethin' dollars just off the w**d

Cuttin' the crack with the nail weighin' bale without the scale

I'm a Freeband 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 I got crazy clientele

Woah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Woah

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