CEO Trayle - Cut Off The Head lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Cut Off The Head lyrics]
(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up
This nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord
You tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in
My eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin' at the store and
He got killed for playin' tough, Uh
Finna get some tea soon as
I'm done weighing her, Uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here
So where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin'
Opps without the boxing gloves
Nigga, my city super treacherous, so
Tell me who I trust, Uh
They was actin' crazy
I had my tooly on the bus
Ayy, my Perc 30 had dropped and
Then my thirty clip got upped
Bang, bang, nigga, just like Chief Keef
I'm blowin' up
Uh, you ain't gang gang, you can't get in
Ayy, I don't want no threesome
But you still can bring a friend
Ayy, I had to pay some extra
For my Cuban to get in
I woke up and made a pocket
Free my niggas in the bin
Ayy, when it come to this street shit
You ain't got no friends
When it come down to this beef shit
I might kill again ayy, on that car
We shoot like three blicks
And double back again
He ain't get far, police ain't see shit
I'm gone in the wind
Bitch, I might hurt your feelings
I don't want no dealings
Came from the trenches with the
Drug dealers and killers
I ain't listen to authority
They labeled me a villain
Middle finger to authority, and if
I see that opp, I just might kill him
Ayy, ayy, And I got that Cuban straight
From GMoney the jeweler
I didn't go to school like
Mr c4 Ferris Bueller
Uh, uh, switch cars and then I fool ya
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up
This nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord
You tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in
My eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin' at the store and
He got killed for playin' tough, Uh
Finna get some tea soon as
I'm done weighing her, Uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here
So where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin'
Opps without the boxing gloves
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up
This nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord
You tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in
My eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin' at the store and
He got killed for playin' tough, Uh
Finna get some tea soon as
I'm done weighing her, Uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here
So where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin'
Opps without the boxing gloves
Nigga, my city super treacherous, so
Tell me who I trust, Uh
They was actin' crazy
I had my tooly on the bus
Ayy, my Perc 30 had dropped and
Then my thirty clip got upped
Bang, bang, nigga, just like Chief Keef
I'm blowin' up
Uh, you ain't gang gang, you can't get in
Ayy, I don't want no threesome
But you still can bring a friend
Ayy, I had to pay some extra
For my Cuban to get in
I woke up and made a pocket
Free my niggas in the bin
Ayy, when it come to this street shit
You ain't got no friends
When it come down to this beef shit
I might kill again ayy, on that car
We shoot like three blicks
And double back again
He ain't get far, police ain't see shit
I'm gone in the wind
Bitch, I might hurt your feelings
I don't want no dealings
Came from the trenches with the
Drug dealers and killers
I ain't listen to authority
They labeled me a villain
Middle finger to authority, and if
I see that opp, I just might kill him
Ayy, ayy, And I got that Cuban straight
From GMoney the jeweler
I didn't go to school like
Mr c4 Ferris Bueller
Uh, uh, switch cars and then I fool ya
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up
This nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord
You tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in
My eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin' at the store and
He got killed for playin' tough, Uh
Finna get some tea soon as
I'm done weighing her, Uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here
So where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin'
Opps without the boxing gloves