Backdoor Mayweather CEO Trayle

[Intro]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah, Percs make my day better, uh
Big Backdoor May, uh
Big Backdoor, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Percs make my day better, uh, Big Backdoor Mayweather, uh, uh
I fucked her way better, uh, he tryna aim at us, uh
Armoured trucks plated up, I get these shits, grade it up
My teachers try gradin' us, that money upgraded us

[Verse]
I don't trouble, I don't fuss, I'm big pop up out the cut
I had came up out the rut and then I had found a slut
It was in a school zone, so they put another charge
Give no fuck 'bout who's home, better have some burglar bars
Know bro 'nem rich just like me, so we be switchin' cars
She said she sick of Icey, but that's my fuckin' dog
Yeah, know most these niggas don't like me, they tried to play it off
CEO Trayle type beat, not my type of beat at all
Yeah, some young niggas call it money, old niggas call it duckets
Yeah, yeah, niggas say cheese, paper, fetty, I want all of it, fuck it
Yeah, baby better have some bread or I won't hardly touch it
First he was hatin' on C4, then he had kicked the bucket
Make sure he weight that up, start off the day, we up
Pour the deuce, I re-cupped, they treat you niggas like pups
Tell him his time is up, we was doin' designer drugs
If you can't find a plug, that mean yo' trap slow as fuck
Gang member, throw that up, lane switcher, I'ma pull up
She suck 'til she get hiccups, yeah, and then CC her cups
Yeah, that's me, beep, beep, pull up, yeah, I was in the street, grew up
Know that shit on me is tough, high speed from the police, he bucked