CEO Trayle - Big Drake lyrics

(Stribb on the beat) yeah, go
Turn my vocals up some more ayy, yeah
Ayy

You know big Drac' flip cars and shit
Switchblade, rip off they bra on a bitch
Temp fade, linin' him up with the stick
Kim K reminded me of my lil' bitch

Ayy, say Backdoor sleazy, this shit too easy
Ayy, ayy, Caribbean
We leavin' just for the weekend
I was Shady Baby piecin'
I'll never treason red key
But no ignition for to put the keys in
Pop that Perc' and click my heels
I'm in the trap spot
Yeah, ayy, them labels don't
Know shit about you, You ain't that hot
Big Boss C4, same old back block
Take away from all the haves
Give it to the have nots
I broke down all the halves
I can't fall, I'll probably scab
Make them birdies take a bath
Ayy, Percocet 30, take a half
Addy 30, take a half
I mix the potion, science, math
Math 'cause I need that paper up front
Free baby bro out the joint
I done locked in for months now
All the runts runnin' 'round
Nigga talk crazy 'bout this Shady
1080 gun him down
I'm the pound man, I front a pound
The frontrunner, run the town
I was a runner, but I run it now
They tryna recreate my sound
I'm in love with the fuckin' rubber
Bands I got wrapped around
Ayy, she was comin', but I had other plans
So I backed her down fuck the sheriff
But it's a new Big Back in town
Yeah, I'm not caring
These bitches gon' be back around
Peep out the door like
"Has the bitch left yet?" why you upset?
I'm Big Backdoor, I cut the check
I send this Wock' cut, ayy
I'ma let this chopper cut his neck
Got five thousand Percocets
It's fentanyl in that
All these bitches call me
King, nigga, they kneel, At that
And these bitches go out to eat
Make sure they bill correct
Big Boss Backdoor, delete these niggas
Kill the set
Yeah, I was just callin' shit like Belicheck
High as fuck, I teleported here
I'm teleportin' back
Wockhardt, I don't drink no
Fuckin' beer, bitch, The fuck is that?
Told the bitch to count all this pape'
Put it all in stacks
Bitch, might as well call this a
Date 'cause I'm fuckin' next
They say, "4, you got shit in a chokehold
Snap they neck"
Ayy, for niggas that think that
I won't do it, nigga, Place your bet
All the hard times, I went through it
You can't take me back
I start shootin', hit the deck
Section 8 like VL Deck
Come around me, you'll need your TEC
This shit get technical
Bitch, you fall, then I'm not catchin' you
Load it up, cock back the tool
Spin back to back, he made the news
Know what they say
God only watch the babies and the fools
But I stomped his face
In fuckin' Gucci shoes, 4

You know big Drac' flip cars and shit
Switchblade, rip off they bra on a bitch
Temp fade, linin' him up with the stick
Kim K reminded me of my lil' bitch