CEO Trayle - Collect Call lyrics

Yeah, yeah, skrrt big Boss, CEO the bossman
Yeah (Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, C4, 4

That money was callin' collect
(Collect, hello?)
Guess what she said? (Brrt)
Said, "Get out" put that bitch out the bed
(Get out) bitch, come suck on this dick
You ain't scared (Suck on the dick)
I poured the Wock' on a bitch (Wock')
Watch that medicine run down her leg
Pull up on bullshit, you scared? (Skrrt)
Told the grim reaper off with his head
(Off with his head)
I think this bitch wanna fuck the Big Boss
(Wanna fuck)
She just don't know how to say it (Hmm?)
I told the driver keep up with the Maybach
That Cullinan do not get lost (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ace Lorenzo
Take off my shoes just to walk on the store
(Tiptoe)
I bought a ten, he gave me ten more (A ten)
You still mad 'bout a bitch
Let that hurt go

Woah, woah, Paul Walker (Woah)
She done turned straight to a stalker
(Stalker) steady snappin' these pictures of
Me and my twins
Put her out soon as I caught her (Get out)
Went and hit the bitch soon as I caught her
(Get out)
4 Darth Vader, Luke, I'm your father
(Your dad)
Stupid motherfucker tryna leave out the spot
To go crash with his partners
(Baow, baow, baow)
You gon' need umpteen doctors
She know this shit be IG proper
I done got rich, I'm like Meek, papa (Rich)
I told the gang let me
Know 'fore they cuff her
Nine times out of ten, I done popped her
(I popped her)
Push this bitch out the bed (Pushed her)
I pushed this bitch out the bed
(I pushed her) 1080, YSL, and Shady
I make an M 'fore I hear what you said
(Brrt)
I told you Big Backdoor wanted the mouth
(I told you)
Why is she bringin' her legs? (Why?)
I'm havin' blueberry jelly, I spread
He told and still went to the feds (Shh)
My bitch was a foreign exchange student
(Foreign)
But we wasn't callin' her Fez (Nuh uh)
You my brother
Then get on the back of my bike (My brother)
Give a fuck if we don't got no pegs
Real slimy shooters (Slimy)
They get a headache from shakin' they dreads
(Yeah) ever tried to slime Backdoor
Then I gotta make sure that he dead (Dead)
I said the bitch would get
Bit with the fangs
Then I send her back to her man (Her man)
She wanna stay, but I already came
That wasn't part of the plan (No)
Look inside his eyes, we can't trust him
Shake no hands (No hands, no)
I'm goin' back to the bando
Callin' 'migos for the grams (Migo)
If I hit that pussy, then Booka
Loc hit it, then Nechie, You part of the fam
(Family) i left the hood, I retired
Then I came back to the hood with the yams
(Yams) pushin' bitches out my bed
Push these bitches out my-
(Push these bitches out)
Push these bitches out my bed
Push these bitches out my-
(Get these bitches out of here)
Bitch stay longer than expected
Wrecking crew, like juice, we wrecked it
(Wreck it)
Slimes go green like we all Celtics (Slatt)
Still callin' me Tray lee, correct it (Woo)
Yeah, bitch walked past, was bad as hell
I'm finna take off my belt
(Slatt, and what?)
Stick this dick inside her
Say it's the best thing she ever felt
(She feel it) i only care 'bout the hoes
And the kids, grown-ass nigga
Better do it yourself (Yourself)
Bitch ain't better than a Perc'
So that's the way C4 really felt (I felt)
Me and Turbo hit turbo (Turbo)
Tryna hide my AK in a trench coat
(In a trench)
She want a bean with no pinto (Yeah)
Know the Big Boss stay on his ten toes (Boss)
Nechie, Wunna, and Duke, I'm with Big Loc
Went broke, now he callin' me big bro
(Big bro)
Don't come if you ain't eatin' dick, ho
(Dick) thirty-two shots a piece
Turn into a six-four (Graow, graow)

That money was callin' collect (Brrt)
Guess what she said? (Hello?)
Said, "Get out" put that bitch out the bed
(Get the fuck out)
Bitch, come suck on this dick
You ain't scared (Suck on the dick, bitch)
I poured the Wock' on a bitch (Wock')
Watch that medicine run down her leg
(Medicine)
Pull up on bullshit, you scared? (Skrrt)
Told the grim reaper off with his head
I think this bitch wanna fuck the Big Boss
(Wanna fuck me)
She just don't know how to say it
(She don't know how to say it)
I told the driver keep up with the Maybach
That Cullinan do not get lost ace Lorenzo
Take off my shoes just to walk on the store
I bought a ten, he gave me ten more (Ten)
You still mad 'bout a bitch
Let that hurt go