CEO Trayle - Paul Walker lyrics

Uh, baby Draco, walked it in
They get nervous, Backdoor walkin' in
(Makers)
Think he upset because he lost again
I'm too trap bap, baby
Triple cross the bands, 4
(Run that shit back, Turbo)
Pass the weed to my shawty again
The plug brought Big Backdoor weed
I got lost again
I think I need put down the dice
I just lost a ten
I bet if we chop off his tongue
He won't talk again
That money came, I lost family
I lost some friends
And I bought Casa for the bitches
They drunk all the gin
Ayy, this a Percocet 15, not a Percocet 10
I think she said she miss me
Tryna be my girl again
My bitch told me that it's
My fuckin' world we in
Backdoor can't stop kickin'
I was kickin' again
Would paint the Benz all red
I was backin' it in
I paint your shirt all red
You look at me again
You know my opps all dead
They can't at me again
You know them Twitter fingers instant
Get 'em cut off the skin
Know I said bae, I like a little thicker
She gettin' thin
Know Big Backdoor a little sicker
Wear your face mask in
Her baby daddy lookin' for her
She can't stay past ten
I walked outside with it
But I brought that K back in said oh
That's big Playmaker Turbo Maybach then
I up the Draco out the window
Better stay back then
Now I was still tryna serve
All the J's back then
How the hell you want that bitch
Ain't got no leverage?
I ain't needed none of these
Niggas to go step with
Send a bitch to him, grant his death wish
I was just thinkin', I'm like damn, P
I be seein' what a nigga
Be postin' on the 'Gram, P
Baby said she got that water
Told her drown me
She said she gon' wanna have sex
If she lay down with me in the town deep
It got brown seats
I go for like five thousand a fee
This AP ain't even counting
That boy gon' get found down the street
I was trappin', yeah
You know that I found a street
Yeah, know it's a package here
Go and check the camera, See
See what my bammer see
Make sure you play for keeps
Think the 'Hawk my favorite Jeep
I poured straight to sleep
Then I went back outside my demon energy
Know C4 come and ski money just come to me
Said she gon' come for me
Said she gon' cum for me
Bitch problems, they come to me
Boss eat last at the feast
Go ski mask happily
It's too much bap for me
First he was taxin' me
Now he gon' trap for me
Baby, when the tables turn
Better move back your seat
I vacuum sealed eighty P's
That only last a week
So what's the strategy?
These bitches mad at me i smoke your salary
You just a casualty
I ain't hit the Gallery, I hit lil' Mallory
Said she gon' gather me
I play it so fuckin' P