C4 Too Trill CEO Trayle (Ft. DC2Trill)

[Intro: DC2Trill]
You gotta dig it
(Nick on the track)

[Verse 1: DC2Trill]
C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talkin' 'bout, "Pour a nigga up"
He a window shopper, went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock, on the block posted up
Still gon' fuck even though she a gold digger
I guess that mean she ain't fuckin' with these broke niggas
Hi-Tech, red glass, that shit pour different
By the time I'm ninety-two, done ran through four kidneys
Laughin' straight to the bank
It's too much gas in here, I'ma need an oxygen tank
You at the bottom, bitch, I checked your rank
Fuckin' this M.I.L.F. that I met in WeHo
Nigga, this our paint, Deebo
Poured an eight, now wе slow
Niggas be sweeter than candyman
Drank man, handyman
Hit me a lick, thеn I roll up some dank
Say he gon' rob, no, he ain't
Zaza pounds came in the Tahoe
Turtle, man, I'm movin' slow
On a tractor
Chrome Heart interior off a potent four (Yeah)
Say he gettin' bread, no, he don't
My check clear, okie-doke
Clip long, Pinocchio
She put toosie in her nose