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leland - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(triage)
ayy
n*gga, it’s a switchy on this glitchy, better think fast
ayy, before you try to run

[verse 1]
yeah, it’s a switchy on this glizzy, better think fast, ayy, ayy
before you try to run
i tried to slime c4 out, ain’t know he had a gun
turn this sh*t into a blowout, you know c4 ‘nem won
i ain’t nothin’ like you n*ggas, know i’m one of none
i done made so much a money at the chevron
i’ma slam on a n*gga like c4 lebron
gettin’ freaky with two b*tches outta lebanon

ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? i ain’t seen none
two four nicks at night, i got kel, i got kenan
tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to rеfund
i finessed that boy again, this the rеrun
smokin’ metro, but nah, i’m not with leland
when them shots get to goin’ off, i won’t even run
ayy, different states, where my glock? i’m gon’ need one
ayy, tryna get some get*back for some bodies, i’m a demon

[verse 2]
you know what that sh*t cost to get ’em knocked off
don’t try to call the boss, you can talk to cashout
ayy, them bodies get to droppin’, n*ggas looking mad now
up drac’ on him and his b*tch, she put her back down
how the f*ck did c4 grow to be rich? i was the class clown
yeah, i shot out the stick, but them wasn’t my last rounds
yeah, i moved the bricks, but i ain’t doing that bad now
thought i was broke, i tell ’em look inside that bag now
you looking at me like you wanna catch one
you f*ck around with big c4, might be my next one
folks made him come up out that cuban, need the next one
whenever we outside, we make a movie, it’s the best one
ayy, ayy, tell the b*tch pick up my pills or can’t chill
ayy, tell the b*tch pick up my wock’ or don’t knock
a long way from stealing out cars, a door lock
used to kicking doors with my feet, i don’t knock
do you really want the big boss in black 1s?
we was shooting big fullys, no cap guns
ayy, n*gga, you ain’t having fun with no funds
ayy, you can get the dog, but i don’t want no buns
got me f*cked up, thought i would eat that p*ssy cat
ayy, you can look another way, would you look at that?
i done sold three hundred p’s off of old nat
ayy, n*gga walk all over you, you like a doormat
n*gga wasn’t bustin’ off a nothing, can’t afford flat
talkin’ crazy off ig, but i ignored that
gotta wait at least six months to k!ll ’em after the conflict
i’ma drop the bag to the hitters, i’m on some don sh*t
it be sad how they label me a convict, ayy
i’m just tryna lay with me a bomb b*tch
ayy, who you know just like c4 except saddam, b*tch?
muslims chop his neck, that shalom sh*t
you can put the b*tch in front of 4, you know i’m gon’ hit
[chorus]
ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? i ain’t seen none
two four nicks at night, i got kel, i got kenan
tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to refund
i finessed that boy again, this the rerun
smokin’ metro, but nah, i’m not with leland
when them shots get to goin’ off, i won’t even run
ayy, different states, where my glock? i’m gon’ need one
ayy, tryna get some get*back for some bodies, i’m a demon

- ceo trayle lyrics

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