CEO Trayle - CEO The Artist lyrics
[CEO Trayle - CEO The Artist lyrics]
It's gettin' to the point where
I don't like to have my phone in my
Hand while I'm recordin'
'Cause niggas think I'm
Readin' written raps
They think I'm readin' wrote shit
We ain't wrote shit yeah
She threw it, I caught it, caught it
Pop a Perky, just gettin' me started
Baby boy, he say, "Dad, you the hardest"
I'm the CEO and I'm the artist
Tryna keep up with me, trying his hardest
Fuck your label, I make it regardless
Yeah, he knew we was straight
When he saw this
We gon' eat, don't get ate, you a target
4 goin' back California
This shit ain't in you, lil' nigga
It's on you
Gettin' big 'cause they blowin' it up
Ain't gotta tell me, I'm knowin' who I was
Yeah, know it's some of
The strongest with us
Underwater, who hold they breath
Longer than us? And my waist slow me up
And you can't get a taste of
This drank in this cup
Got a high pack of Percs
But it's strictly for us
I ain't sellin' you nothin'
If my family did it
I ain't tellin' you nothin'
Hit that bitch with the hammer, I nail her
I'm done and I still won't pick up
If my cellular rung
And Netflix keep askin' me am
I still watchin' it?
I'm steady countin' it
I'm somewhere poppin' it
I'ma shoot up the club if I
Know it's an opp in it
Wanna be like Backdoor and he know
So he copy it hit his melon
Just said he was stoppin' this shit
But I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout the rap
I like bricks
Give this bad bitch a dose of this dick
Get her fixed and the shit that you seein'
As real as it gets and I don't need a hook
When I'm talkin' my shit
Should've wrote me a book
I be droppin' this shit
And it look like a book
In my pockets and shit
Everywhere when you look, C4 droppin' again
He want a feature
Who is he? I never heard of him neither
Ayy, and the junkies still hittin' my beeper
I was smokin' on ether
Bump C4 through the speakers
Hide the songs, they might leak us
Said C4 too explicit
They still tryna bleep us
I had came off the bench
You was still on the bleachers cEO and C4
That's like two different creatures
She begged me not to go 'cause
She said I complete her
Oh, you don't like C4? Well
We don't like him neither
All my niggas on go
We hop out with the sweeper
I was richer than them
I was teachin' the teachers
Beggin' me not to go 'cause they
Know that they need us
Now they said they want Black back
At Interscope, piling his Biggie, Though
They know he finna blow, triple cross Big C4
You need at least two-point-five
To get near me, Though
I told Black last night that
The fee ain't a minimal
Triple cross, he done backdoored him
She don't like Trayle no more
She probably scold him
And they told me stay down
You'll get rich when you older
Trust nobody no more 'cause my
Heart done got colder
Who is C4? You ask Siri and look him up
This bitch can't fuck with my bitch, nigga
Look at her
And they heard I was slammin' that bitch
What you think that they pick me for?
Arm in the rim, I ball harder than them
You can peep
But ain't too many stronger than him
All my secrets can't hold too much longer
I'm trim
You just now witnessed the greatest
High speed APD all the way to Decatur
Got different lil' bitches
Got too many flavors
In the swamp with C4, you see too many gators
Put the Glock in the pillow
And pop his potato
If you popped at the opps
Then they popped at me later
Now I gotta kill 'em six, seven months later
Yeah, I send the songs to the
Lawyer before I release 'em
Iron out all of the hundreds, I crease 'em
Got demons when you with C4, I release one
If he ever doubted Big 4, I'ma teach him
I don't need no hook, I'ma go
They release one
I waited at the gate for big bro
They released him
A cashmere shirt, he rich now
So I fleeced him
He hatin' out the corner of his
Eye and I peeped him
Droppin' salt from way in the
Back and I seent him blood on my shoes
So you know that I cleaned 'em
Me and Lil Plug, that's 4L
Know I screened him
Uh, at the end of the day, know I'm straight
Had to feed him, he hungry
He lickin' his plate
I got shooters and they got some shooters
I'm straight tell 'em bye
We need more ways to clean up this cake
Me and Big Folks' dirty money, we stashed it
Tried to set up Big C4, but it's tragic
I had walked in the bank with
A check and they cashed it right now I rap
But I used to put bricks in the attic
My favorite auntie, you know she's an addict
Ride with the zombies
They closin' his casket
My favorite junkie just died and he had it
So I ride through the block 'cause
I know she be happy, 4
Ayy, yeah, ayy, it's Big 4 (Big 4) , yeah
It's Big C4 (C4) , yeah
Mr backdoor (Backdoor) , yeah
Go kick that door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick a door)
Know I'm uppin' the score
(Know I'm uppin' that score for sure)
Know it's Big ol' C4 c4, C44
C4, C4, CC4, ayy
Can't forget the last C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4
I don't like to have my phone in my
Hand while I'm recordin'
'Cause niggas think I'm
Readin' written raps
They think I'm readin' wrote shit
We ain't wrote shit yeah
She threw it, I caught it, caught it
Pop a Perky, just gettin' me started
Baby boy, he say, "Dad, you the hardest"
I'm the CEO and I'm the artist
Tryna keep up with me, trying his hardest
Fuck your label, I make it regardless
Yeah, he knew we was straight
When he saw this
We gon' eat, don't get ate, you a target
4 goin' back California
This shit ain't in you, lil' nigga
It's on you
Gettin' big 'cause they blowin' it up
Ain't gotta tell me, I'm knowin' who I was
Yeah, know it's some of
The strongest with us
Underwater, who hold they breath
Longer than us? And my waist slow me up
And you can't get a taste of
This drank in this cup
Got a high pack of Percs
But it's strictly for us
I ain't sellin' you nothin'
If my family did it
I ain't tellin' you nothin'
Hit that bitch with the hammer, I nail her
I'm done and I still won't pick up
If my cellular rung
And Netflix keep askin' me am
I still watchin' it?
I'm steady countin' it
I'm somewhere poppin' it
I'ma shoot up the club if I
Know it's an opp in it
Wanna be like Backdoor and he know
So he copy it hit his melon
Just said he was stoppin' this shit
But I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout the rap
I like bricks
Give this bad bitch a dose of this dick
Get her fixed and the shit that you seein'
As real as it gets and I don't need a hook
When I'm talkin' my shit
Should've wrote me a book
I be droppin' this shit
And it look like a book
In my pockets and shit
Everywhere when you look, C4 droppin' again
He want a feature
Who is he? I never heard of him neither
Ayy, and the junkies still hittin' my beeper
I was smokin' on ether
Bump C4 through the speakers
Hide the songs, they might leak us
Said C4 too explicit
They still tryna bleep us
I had came off the bench
You was still on the bleachers cEO and C4
That's like two different creatures
She begged me not to go 'cause
She said I complete her
Oh, you don't like C4? Well
We don't like him neither
All my niggas on go
We hop out with the sweeper
I was richer than them
I was teachin' the teachers
Beggin' me not to go 'cause they
Know that they need us
Now they said they want Black back
At Interscope, piling his Biggie, Though
They know he finna blow, triple cross Big C4
You need at least two-point-five
To get near me, Though
I told Black last night that
The fee ain't a minimal
Triple cross, he done backdoored him
She don't like Trayle no more
She probably scold him
And they told me stay down
You'll get rich when you older
Trust nobody no more 'cause my
Heart done got colder
Who is C4? You ask Siri and look him up
This bitch can't fuck with my bitch, nigga
Look at her
And they heard I was slammin' that bitch
What you think that they pick me for?
Arm in the rim, I ball harder than them
You can peep
But ain't too many stronger than him
All my secrets can't hold too much longer
I'm trim
You just now witnessed the greatest
High speed APD all the way to Decatur
Got different lil' bitches
Got too many flavors
In the swamp with C4, you see too many gators
Put the Glock in the pillow
And pop his potato
If you popped at the opps
Then they popped at me later
Now I gotta kill 'em six, seven months later
Yeah, I send the songs to the
Lawyer before I release 'em
Iron out all of the hundreds, I crease 'em
Got demons when you with C4, I release one
If he ever doubted Big 4, I'ma teach him
I don't need no hook, I'ma go
They release one
I waited at the gate for big bro
They released him
A cashmere shirt, he rich now
So I fleeced him
He hatin' out the corner of his
Eye and I peeped him
Droppin' salt from way in the
Back and I seent him blood on my shoes
So you know that I cleaned 'em
Me and Lil Plug, that's 4L
Know I screened him
Uh, at the end of the day, know I'm straight
Had to feed him, he hungry
He lickin' his plate
I got shooters and they got some shooters
I'm straight tell 'em bye
We need more ways to clean up this cake
Me and Big Folks' dirty money, we stashed it
Tried to set up Big C4, but it's tragic
I had walked in the bank with
A check and they cashed it right now I rap
But I used to put bricks in the attic
My favorite auntie, you know she's an addict
Ride with the zombies
They closin' his casket
My favorite junkie just died and he had it
So I ride through the block 'cause
I know she be happy, 4
Ayy, yeah, ayy, it's Big 4 (Big 4) , yeah
It's Big C4 (C4) , yeah
Mr backdoor (Backdoor) , yeah
Go kick that door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick that door)
Ayy, go kick a door (Ayy, go kick a door)
Know I'm uppin' the score
(Know I'm uppin' that score for sure)
Know it's Big ol' C4 c4, C44
C4, C4, CC4, ayy
Can't forget the last C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4, yeah
And they know it's C4