CEO Trayle - Birkin Purse lyrics

Ayy want a C4 verse
That's gon' cost a Birkin purse
Yeah, let's roll (That kid Zello)

Ayy, no key ignition
I might fuck on the assistant
Get my paper right, nigga
That's the point of me existing
'Member back then, probably two years ago
No pot to piss in
Ten times ten, then go triple
Up on them digit's, Ayy
Ayy, he's not no gangster
Family guy like Peter Griffin
They say 4 so ambitious
He's totin' Smith and
Told her I'ma beat that
Pussy just like demolition
Big chopper make that boy
Sing like New Edition
They say I'm narcissistic
Baby, let me give you nutrition
Really, ain't no need for kissing
She say she like C4, he vicious
All them doors he kickin'
What about all them fours he sippin'?
That boy Donly, you know he Pippen
I guess that make me Jordan, huh
You ain't forget my jersey, did it?
Niggas don't think my jersey fittin'?
(Oh, what?) they say lil' bro let off
A hundred shots, nigga
I was there when he did it
This year, choppin' off fingers, nigga
And I don't need permission
I told my bitch she can't
Cook for a week, baby, I need the kitchen
You get designer right out of boutiques
He said the sleeves was missin'
I don't know nothin' 'bout that
Get my shit out of Lenox
Last I heard, said somethin' 'bout 4
Then a nigga went missin'
He was pickin' sides and we just
Thought he couldn't keep switchin'
When I get mad
My bitch always try play victim
Fendi on my tags
We do some expensive spending
Bitch ain't suckin' dick, she gon' go
That boy spittin'
Fuck you here if you ain't fuckin'?
All this cash I'm spendin'
They say one bitch get out
Then three bitches get in it
Ayy, a nigga get popped, a baby born
The world keep on spinnin'
Nigga, we ridin' in strikers
You should know this car ain't rented
Ayy, you better not get behind me
I might high-speed your lieutenant
Ayy, the last bitch, she left me
Said I could not make commitment
Ayy, she said I could have whatever I want
She just was not specific
Leave no witnesses, up and I start blickin'
My brothers all with me from the ground up
Poverty stricken ayy, my brother my brother
You know that I love you 4L
All of this shit we did
You know you could always call on Trayle
You catch a case and I'm gon' start on bail
We been had the wave, these
Niggas finally caught on, Yeah
Ayy, independent
I ain't even fuckin' sign no deal
Used to be in the traphouse all
Day smokin' and sellin' kill
Ayy, ain't it crazy? Look at
Where I came from
Once you get them red beams on him
He know he can't run
Niggas know I just barely started
Now I ain't done nigga, I'm rich
But still itch to take somethin'
Niggas know we still blickin'
Come bake somethin'
If they let Phil off that ban
He on a cape run ayy, standin' outside with
A hundred choppers
That's a hundred shooters
That's a hundred shottas
We finesse finessers, nigga
We rob the robbers
Thirty got me higher than a plane, a blimp
A helicopter called a bitch from New York
She talk hella proper
I'm the devil with a pitchfork and a chopper
Ayy, you in trouble, I was piss poor
Now I'm proper
Niggas actin' like a motherfucker
Need an Oscar want a C4 verse
That's gon' cost a Birkin purse
Nigga, we don't shoot back
We always shootin' first
Pull off, they like, "Who
That?" Move wrong, You'll get a hearse
I was smokin' Ricky Bobby, nigga
You was smokin' dirt