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bit w the fangs - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)

[chorus: ceo trayle]
yeah, this b*tch gon’ get bit with the fangs (fangs)
she say i got too many chains (i got too many chains)
once you cross me, no need to explain (explain)
hope you keep all that energy same (all that energy same)
uh, wunna with me, no need to explain (n*gga, wunna)
thirty clip hangin’ low like my thang (grrah, bah)
been sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained
okay cool, b*tch, go get hit by a train (b*tch, get hit)
i’m tryna adjust to the fame (adjust), ayy, but i can’t
ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank
ayy, she suck this crown, i’ma skeet on her face
what you think ’bout these b*tches, gunwunna? yeah
i tried to front him some bags, but he didn’t bring ’em back, so the business went undеr (under)
i was just whippin’ in some sh*t that you tried to rеnt, but i motherf*ckin’ own one
[verse 1: gunna]
i been gettin’ sick of these n*ggas keep walkin’ up, askin’, “big bro, can i hold somethin’?” (sick of these n*ggas)
i just been hittin’ these lil’ bitty b*tches, then get out of there like i stole somethin’ (get out of there)
you know gunwunna, he a one of one, for last christmas, i got a rose golden (rose golden)
that’s my lil shawty, let her hit the ‘scotti, she say, “ooh, boy, you got some strong arms” (sh*t)
she diggin’ my pimpin’, pull up, handle business, you could be my friend with the benefits (benefits)
you said it was cap, but you turn around, did the same thing, you a motherf*ckin’ hypocrite (cap)
bob the builder, we passed up the dillingers (yeah)
red the lambo, went right to the dealership (skrrt)
she go h.a.m. with that mouth and them pretty lips (mouth)
she’s a clown, but i still let her handle that

[chorus: ceo trayle]
yeah, this b*tch gon’ get bit with the fangs (fangs)
she say i got too many chains (i got too many chains)
once you cross me, no need to explain (explain)
hope you keep all that energy same (all that energy same)
uh, wunna with me, no need to explain (n*gga, wunna)
thirty clip hangin’ low like my thang (grrah, bah)
been sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained
okay cool, b*tch, go get hit by a train (b*tch, get hit)
i’m tryna adjust to the fame (adjust), ayy, but i can’t
ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank
ayy, she suck this crown, i’ma skeet on her face
what you think ’bout these b*tches, gunwunna? yeah
i tried to front him some bags, but he didn’t bring ’em back, so the business went under (under)
i was just whippin’ in some sh*t that you tried to rent, but i motherf*ckin’ own one
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[verse 2: nechie]
watch how we pull up and shoot (spray it)
sucker n*ggas, yeah, we got ’em on mute (got ’em on mute)
yeah, if you ’bout it, catch a body (catch a body)
got some n*ggas who k!ll for a hobby (yeah)
f*ck a chain, n*gga, we take names (yeah)
f*ck around, paint your wall with your brain (yeah)
if it’s beef, we k!llin’ everything
n*gga, close to your name, think it’s a game, yeah
n*ggas, they know what i’m on (yeah)
pop sh*t, rock sh*t, yeah (n*ggas, they know)
n*ggas, they know what we doin’
steppin’ on opp sh*t (yeah), yeah
all of my opps in the ground (yeah)
you can play with this, doubt that your body get found (yeah)
leave that boy right in the mountains (yeah)
booka loc hit that boy, knock his ass to the ground

[verse 3: ceo trayle]
late night, talkin’ my sh*t, c4 on one (yeah)
baby, we sent your boyfriend on a store run (yeah)
tell him to bring back some ice, i don’t owe nothin’ (the ice)
i get to flippin’ through channels and seein’ my face
why you hatin’, lil’ p*ssy? just let me be great
she see ysl postin’ pictures with trayle
now she textin’ my phone talkin’ ’bout, “baby, i’m late”
yeah, b*tch, you late to this meeting
f*cked you at a hotel, not on my tempur*pedic
plus i wrapped up the jimmy, you seen me, b*tch, beat it
i knew you was f*ckin’ for zelle transactions
i just listen to thugger to make up my caption
ho, you know c4, he be rappin’, yeah
did he catch a body? does anyone know?
why he say big backdoor? is he cappin’?
is that the same one from the store with the baggies? (from the store)
they thought i wouldn’t grow ’cause i don’t know who my dad is (i don’t know)
fill up the pillowcase with all the soap, then go knock off his top, n*gga, there it is
and the perky my sedative (sedative)
but me and my son gettin’ a better crib (gettin’ a better crib)
i bet an arm and a leg you won’t do sh*t to me, p*ssy n*gga, i bet a rib (i swear)
okay, first, you go pop the seal (pop the seal)
then you gon’ exotic pop it the best for real (exotic pop)
i’m happy ’bout what it is (what it is)
just because that mean thugger and gunna, they know the real (they know the truth)
i didn’t take a dirty deal (dirty deal)
i will not sell my soul, rather go back to thirty pills (not never)
thirty*four thousand lil’ instagram followers
but forty thousand views on a reel (forty thousand views)
i wonder how mama feel (mama)
naw, f*ck that, i wonder how baby 4 gonna feel (my baby)
i used to be right in the trenches with four*nick and pluto (skrrt)
we lookin’ for somethin’ to k!ll
i was with hot, posted summerhill (summerhill)
the coppers gon’ cop, but we got a deal
look me straight in my eye, say you outta here (straight in my eye)
got the bricks, but don’t ask how we got ’em here (don’t ask how we got ’em)

- ceo trayle lyrics

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