CEO Trayle - 5Duece 4Trey 6One lyrics

5Deuce 4Trey 6One
That's how many times they hit me, ayy
Why you come around here, no gun?
Nigga my shit tote (Just pay the guy) , ayy

Ayy, 5Deuce 4Trey 6One, ayy
That's how many times they hit me, for sure
Ayy, why you come around here, no gun?
Nigga, my shit tote like a 50, ayy
Two drums, ain't shit extended
Got Murder One suspects with me
Nigga, this trap house made some millions
Off Marley, Bobby, Whitney
Nigga, I'm gon' shoot for myself
You ain't gotta worry who ridin' with me
Ayy, these niggas, they slidin' with me
Like two times less than fifty
Ayy, got a living room filled with bitches
And they can't help but kick it
Ayy, and it's a gangster party
Everybody in this bitch made
It out the trenches
He told them niggas he was
Getting some money, shit, well
I ain't witness
Just like Trouble, I mind my business
And he dead, can't find my witness

Pop that, that 15 just dropped
Ayy, nigga, that's my decision, Ayy
And if they aimin' for that car
You ain't gon' find me in it
They say that young nigga mouth so dope
He need an IV in it
Baby need to suck this shit
And fuck this shit, Then I'll be finished
Pop that Perc' before I see the judge
Be high if I be sentenced
When I beat that case
That's a world record
It's time I meet Guinness
Ayy, this cash grow on trees for real, nigga
These rackades endless
'Member she had me pimpin', huh, nigga
Them bags wasn't skinny
Think it's time I scammed the
World, this transaction pending, Ayy
When I first ran up that lil'
Hundred, count that backwards, didn't it
Ayy i got molly with me, ayy, first
Nigga try, he getting it, Ayy
Had a bale, But I couldn't leave 'cause
I was babysittin' it
Ayy, what that nigga said? Oh? Must
Forgot that K was with me
Ran down on that nigga
He froze, screamed out
"I got babies with me"
Almost took a fuck nigga head off one time
Forgot bae was with me
We gon' step, no skaters with me
And free Yak, Abo, and Semi

Ayy, 5Deuce 4Trey 6One, ayy
That's how many times they hit me, for sure
Ayy, why you come around here, no gun?
Nigga, my shit tote like a 50, ayy
Two drums, ain't shit extended
Got Murder One suspects with me
Nigga, this trap house made some millions
Off Marley, Bobby, Whitney
Nigga, I'm gon' shoot for myself
You ain't gotta worry who ridin' with me
Ayy, these niggas, they slidin' with me
Like two times less than fifty
Ayy, got a living room filled with bitches
And they can't help but kick it
Ayy, and it's a gangster party
Everybody in this bitch made
It out the trenches
He told them niggas he was
Getting some money, shit, well
I ain't witness
Just like Trouble, I mind my business
And he dead, can't find my witness