[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, 'skgo
[Pre-Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new bitch and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these bitches be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I used to sleep on the floor
Fuck the awards, just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight, then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee
[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Why the fuck she ain’t been textin' me lately?
I’m thinkin' she done with me
Had to murder one suspect, still on the run with me
[?] no cap, this trap shit call me
Ayy, I let one of these hoes hit thе double tree
I got two different rooms at thе Lowes
Ayy, I kill the bitch if she try trappin' [?]
Ain’t from the trenches, imprint on my clothes
I got rich out the bowls and my records done sold
And I put a new neck on that bitch 'cause I’m cold
And I went got the bricks [?], ice out the AP
And you know it’s that scammer shit
Bitch, we bankin' with back do'
Kick it in, we came in through the back do'
Get the M’s just to help out the black folk
And my brother BP [?] though
Handle no milk 'cause he lactose, I let that Mac go
I rather drip with some [?], 'fore I’m caught fuckin' with that hoe
You is not [?], look it, I’m gone, again
Go in and out through the back do'
Yeah, 'skgo
[Pre-Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new bitch and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these bitches be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I used to sleep on the floor
Fuck the awards, just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight, then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee
[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Why the fuck she ain’t been textin' me lately?
I’m thinkin' she done with me
Had to murder one suspect, still on the run with me
[?] no cap, this trap shit call me
Ayy, I let one of these hoes hit thе double tree
I got two different rooms at thе Lowes
Ayy, I kill the bitch if she try trappin' [?]
Ain’t from the trenches, imprint on my clothes
I got rich out the bowls and my records done sold
And I put a new neck on that bitch 'cause I’m cold
And I went got the bricks [?], ice out the AP
And you know it’s that scammer shit
Bitch, we bankin' with back do'
Kick it in, we came in through the back do'
Get the M’s just to help out the black folk
And my brother BP [?] though
Handle no milk 'cause he lactose, I let that Mac go
I rather drip with some [?], 'fore I’m caught fuckin' with that hoe
You is not [?], look it, I’m gone, again
Go in and out through the back do'
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