xxxtortion - ceo trayle lyrics
[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
skrrt
yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh), yeah
[verse]
i was way too in love with this money (love with this money)
i was havin’ relations with b*tches (havin’ relations with b*tches)
mr. stay on his business (stay on his business)
mr. i want a draco for christmas (want a draco for christmas)
mr. shoot with the quickness (baow, baow)
with my boots, step on these n*ggas and b*tches (stepped on)
missed by a couple of inches (missed couple)
i said, “what you want, b*tch?” said she wanted some inches
if you owe me, i need that with interest (yeah, uh)
back*to*back, maybach to benz’s (to benz’s)
pack*to*pack, back*to*back, n*gga, we blitzin’ (blitz y’all)
said it was dangerous, you didn’t listеn (you didn’t listen)
lookin’ for me, i be back in thе kitchen (skrrt)
yeah, they said n*ggas snitchin’ (huh?), n*ggas b*tchin’ (okay)
n*ggas still wishin’ that i was quittin’ (uh*uh, for what?)
i don’t write this sh*t, i don’t need quentin (nuh*uh)
get in the endzone, n*gga, we inchin (inchin’)
i wanna shoot it, i’m itchin’ (grrah)
n*gga, my palms still itchin’, my wrists still glisten (grraow, trauma tone)
only i i got a bad b*tch that’ll listen (she listen)
big 30 steppin’ on all competition (and yours)
at first, this rap sh*t was a front for me
i was still dumpin’ like what n*ggas want from me? (what?)
three hoes a party, but two b*tches company (uh)
blue tips keepin’ me company (company)
1080 the company (one down)
n*gga, he said he was slumpin’ me (what the f*ck?)
f*ck n*gga can’t get nothin’ from me (nuh*uh)
not even energy
too busy, got everyone bumpin’ me (player)
in a vip, no bumpin’ me (uh)
came in way too deep, it’s the company (for sure)
i told, “mama, them b*tches my company” (mama)
i whoop that ass with them switches, don’t run from me (spank)
bend her back, i told baby, “don’t run from me”
shoot if they hoppin’ us, aka, jumpin’ it
my b*tch said i can’t have foreign, take the fun from me (yeah)
n*ggas just soaked the sh*t up, they be spongin’ me (for sure)
yeah, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three (count)
we was kickin’ in doors with exotic weed (ooh, sh*t)
she was sophisticated, she too collegey (what?)
she don’t put hot sauce in the collard greens (what?)
switch out the box off, life a movie (a movie)
they’ll chop a box for me, i’m not movin’ (i’m not movin’)
i’ll knock the socks off ’em when i shoot it (socks)
i popped a g6, it got me booted (g6)
you not 1080, one day they’re recrutin’
i got the babies, n*gga, wipe the booty (i got the babies)
she walk away, can’t help but watch her booty (huh?)
tell ’em, “don’t play with me, i got the toolie” (don’t play)
she wanna lay with me and watch a movie (wanna lay)
i put a scope on it, i be zoomin’ (i put a scope)
i put the soap on it ‘fore i chew it (soap it)
the maybach a big box like a buick (skrrt)
yeah, my plug is a mexican (mexican), teflon don (uh)
cartier with the glasses like john john (cartier)
c4 the don (huh?), not rocko the don (for sure)
i’m the president you n*ggas voted on (i’m the president)
said she celibate, same, b*tch, i’m cummin’ on (what?)
he was draggin’ and cryin’ and holdin’ on (cryin’)
and these n*ggas ain’t real, i got folded on
i’m a one*of*one (yeah), want a photo, opp? (huh?)
how was you the opps if i don’t know the opps? (i don’t know you)
he was internet talkin’, he type a lot (type a lot)
i go to sleep in you sheet like i’m goldilocks (sleep)
i go to sleep with the b*tch and still hold the glock (hold it)
i might just go get the call ’til i’m home to talk (yeah)
and don’t ask me sh*t, you know i want the top (top)
b*tches get jaws locked and saliva stocked (choke)
we was vibin’ and this b*tch vibe a lot (vibe)
i know the maybach too big for that parkin’ spot (drive)
you don’t smoke no cigs, drink the lean like i cough a lot
go back and buy the block, she go designer shop (yeah)
she wearin’ marni, ayy, double cup barney
head in the mornin’ (p*ssy wet)
all these hoes, i can start a sorority
ballin’ ’til we turn a hundred and forty
that ain’t my baby, we go straight to maury (go straight to maury)
i was too busy flexin’, i’m sorry (i’m sorry)
they was droppin’ them checks, tryna forge ’em (checks, tryna forge ’em)
me, i was too busy chasin’ endors*m*nts (chasin’ endors*m*nts)
dealin’ with court sh*t (yeah)
open the door by yourself, i don’t court sh*t (uh)
police says you was tryna report sh*t (shh)
baby cuttin’ the stick, nah, that’s my reinforcements
1080, you call it extortion, four (1080)
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