Way Before

[Intro]
Sebz Beats, baby
MoneyEvery on the track
(Trident locked up all my members
And it fucked man mentally
Cah when I buck up with an opp
I get a rush, no ecstasy
Lemme tell you 'bout your favorite rapper
Movin' like he had his wap up
Pop star, come like the boy, Mick Jagger
Fuck-off 'chetes, if I pull up, don't stagger)

[Chorus]
Before I made Custom Juice
We was in Custom, spilling man's sauce
Can't put my trust in a guy
That won't risk it all for the cause
Shotgun tap, that's serious force
Look at that back, serious jawn
And don't talk 'bout the opp block
Me and Local done sеrious tours
Before I made Custom Juicе
We was in Custom, spilling man's sauce
Can't put my trust in a guy
That won't risk it all for the cause
Shotgun tap, that's serious force
Look at that back, serious jawn
And don't talk 'bout the opp block
Me and Local done serious tours

[Verse]
Me, Locz, Young Screw, F2
That's OCG
And I got love for my Woodgrange tugs
But I'll slap man's head for my ODBs
Wait, oh no, please
I swear down, like, I don't even know these neeks
But they wanna tarnish S13
Tryna get drops there, desperately
Cah when I buck up with an opp
I get a rush, no ecstasy
Like, lemme just light this Grinna
Then mix my promethazine
Trident locked up all my members
And it fucked man mentally
So much teeth for the war
CG like a dentistry
Free my hood, back to the jugg
Stones of each, man push
Crack rocks glisten, fishy bujj
Bells in the clip, let's see what's good
Deep down, you know you ain't hoods
But them man wanna force it
10 toes with the .9, tryna corpse it
Ask Local, cah we're really enforcin'
4 riders up in the car
Man know me, I'm a gunner
If I hit your chest, gonna drip too hard
Straight drop to the white, fiends up all night
Make it easy to flip this dark
Man wanna Snap and Tweet
So I gotta go grab latex and a mask
I got shanked in '015
And niggas wanna live off of dirt from the past
It's been more than a year since your friend
Could say that he had a beating heart
Man just pull up and beat from cars
Lemme tell you 'bout your favorite rapper
Movin' like he had his wap up
Saw 3 shanks and then done the dash
Pop star, come like the boy, Mick Jagger
Fuck-off 'chetes, if I pull up, don't stagger
Hate when I ask that question
And they move like they got a stammer
Manual whip with the auto hammer
Leave man's face all over the banner
It's your world, RIP
When them 12 shells scatter, shatter
Everyone fried like their head back frass up
Tryna run man down and catch up
Point-blank range on the mains, no back-up
Realized I had to get my stack up
In the bando, like I did my bang up
She talk loads, so I hang up the phone
Chop up the slate, then bag up the bones
2 waps up, we in hazardous zones
My grey ting give the maddest of throat

[Chorus]
Before I made Custom Juice
We was in Custom, spilling man's sauce
Can't put my trust in a guy
That won't risk it all for the cause
Shotgun tap, that's serious force
Look at that back, serious jawn
And don't talk 'bout the opp block
Me and Local done serious tours
Before I made Custom Juice
We was in Custom, spilling man's sauce
Can't put my trust in a guy
That won't risk it all for the cause
Shotgun tap, that's serious force
Look at that back, serious jawn
And don't talk 'bout the opp block
Me and Local done serious tours