CEO Trayle - Cup Of Dat lyrics

Ayy, I poured a cup of that-
Ayy, I poured a cup of that shit
Ayy, I poured a cup of that shit
Had me forgetin' to cover the blick
I ain't even got nothin' to cover this shit
Naw, boy, you might get a couple percent
But how in the fuck you
Gon' score on the bench?
Ayy, they say he drove with the bricks
I think I drove with a bitch
And she know my heart is cold as ice
It's 'bout as cold as my wrist, Ayy
You know Z Moneyski with me, nigga
He lookin' out for the blicks
You probably think that I'm fuckin'
Your bitch, she a fan
We just took a couple of pics
Shit that I'm doin' ain't normal, son
Out my brothers and sisters, I'm
The only millionaire, boy
I'm the normal-est one ayy, I got the kill
Make sure it's a flawless one
1080, all is won
One fall, then we all fall, we done
I don't just rap, I'm a bodyguard too
Gravedigger C4 comin' for you
I picked the Percocet first over the bitch
I trust the Percocet more
I put my back to this shit, then C4 kick
That's how we open the door
Yeah, you was exchangin' cappin', internet
Talkin', now you a lick, Yeah
My bitch just came, said she hate me, well
Tell a bitch I hate her more
Ayy, you know I came with this K on the floor
Mr dangerous aimin' shit, call me C4
If I don't call her back
She'll be callin' me more
If I don't show the racks
They'll be callin' me poor
If they don't see the play
They gon' think I need more
If they don't see the Wraith
They gon' think I didn't score
Better go check the plates on
The straight like before
They say I dropped the rakes
With the BDs before
Ayy, but none of that shit be
True, they say I'm crackin' folks
Maybe I do take what I do and then try
To apply it to you
But all of that shit be fu', ayy
And when me and Lil Bizzle
Be comin' from Lenox, Know that shit be new
Ayy, Big Boss CEOski, that's you
Say he did that, ain't brought me no proof
So how we believe it?
Don't worry, he capped to me too
Don't worry, nigga
They turned they back on me too
Know they hatin' on me 'cause
These rackies be blue
Money sittin' big like Shaq in the coupe
Drac' get to spittin'
I'm back in the booth
Lil' buddy damn near died
He was lackin' with you
I'm just tellin' the truth
Went out of town on some business and
Came back and flooded the 'partments
They steady beggin' C4 for forgiveness
But you better get that from gardenin'
Up that bomboclaat, then spark 'em
Goin' in and out the spot
We gon' mark 'em
We known for diggin' graves, get a coffin
I'm tryna fuck your face, then I'm off it
Ayy, wherever he lay, then we chalk it
Money machine go, "Fft
Beep" that's just 'cause the
Money be talkin'
Yeah, we up in the sky, we be hawkin'
'Za got me coughin'
Pull up, look at me wrong and we tossin'
Whip Boy George, but I ain't go to Boston
See he got money, now there go the flossin'
I learned how to take all
My wins with the losses 4, nigga
Yeah, Backdoor, nigga big Boss CEO, nigga
Backdoor C4, nigga
Yeah, she droppin' the lo', huh?
Oh, this bitch must wanna go
They look the other way when
We be lookin' for smoke
Twenty-two-three right up under the coat
762s, I keep that at the door
Don't ask me 'bout shit that
You see on the floor
D-Mac blitzin' when he get a 'bow
Ice still glistenin', I'm tryna be low
Nigga so P, I was pimpin' a ho
Niggas know me, I was broke once before
Askin' me what I use when I cut up the coke
I cut the Wock' with the
Juice from the store
We took him off, it was me and Pluto
It ski with the K, ain't no aim when I blow
I told the plug gracias for the load
Nah, we don't run 'round the lobby no more
Ayy, I'm not hidin'
You can find me for sure
Just look for the beam and the Glock 9 gold
He ain't 'round my team if he ever got hoed
BMF never made it, but Meech
Never told, on God, 4