CEO Trayle - DrillC4 lyrics
[CEO Trayle - DrillC4 lyrics]
(Tarzan)
Ayy, who better for you than me?
Mr. Backdoor, came in ski
Yeah, uh, bitch keep tryna run a train on me
Yeah, cut her off, she ain't no P
Uh, black out the truck when
We ride through the town
You ain't know that I'm back in the towns?
Try to rob him
Ain't know he was packing the pound
It's Big Ol' Mr. Back and he back now
Yeah, I went double R for the Trackhawk
I cut the bitch off for the back talk
I popped me a bar before liftoff (Ayy)
I put the bitch out, made my dick soft (Ayy)
Big Triple S, Mr. Crisscross (Uh)
Big Triple X, bring sticks out
Ain't let us in, we had blicks out
Know she suck dick, big mouth (Ayy)
I couldn't get sturdy, I'm holdin' the 30
I click on the switch
Send 'em up to the birdies
Say shе love how I talk 'cause
The way that I word it
Ayy, free YSL, still waitin' on a vеrdict
Long live Keed, that's the prince, yeah
You heard it
Chop off the top on that, it's verted
Straight out the mud, my Amiris dirty, go
Yeah
The doorway to all my emotions closed
My brothers, I love them, I hold them close
He ain't got these and he ain't got those
Boss ain't nothin' to fuck with
I'm steppin' on niggas
1080 the gang, I be reppin' on niggas
I don't even think about niggas
Soon as I think 'bout the opps
Then I think about triggers
Ayy
I think 'bout caskets
I think about 30s I'm blasting, ayy
I think 'bout the graveyard and
'bout the funeral havin'
I think 'bout the ghost and
The demons and ashes
Yeah, this a Trackhawk, this not a Aston
Fine-ass model bitch named Ashton
Big Backdoor take shit, I ain't askin'
Nigga move wrong, then I'm blasting
Ayy, who better for you than me?
Mr. Backdoor, came in ski
Yeah, uh, bitch keep tryna run a train on me
Yeah, cut her off, she ain't no P
Uh, black out the truck when
We ride through the town
You ain't know that I'm back in the towns?
Try to rob him
Ain't know he was packing the pound
It's Big Ol' Mr. Back and he back now
Ayy, who better for you than me?
Mr. Backdoor, came in ski
Yeah, uh, bitch keep tryna run a train on me
Yeah, cut her off, she ain't no P
Uh, black out the truck when
We ride through the town
You ain't know that I'm back in the towns?
Try to rob him
Ain't know he was packing the pound
It's Big Ol' Mr. Back and he back now
Yeah, I went double R for the Trackhawk
I cut the bitch off for the back talk
I popped me a bar before liftoff (Ayy)
I put the bitch out, made my dick soft (Ayy)
Big Triple S, Mr. Crisscross (Uh)
Big Triple X, bring sticks out
Ain't let us in, we had blicks out
Know she suck dick, big mouth (Ayy)
I couldn't get sturdy, I'm holdin' the 30
I click on the switch
Send 'em up to the birdies
Say shе love how I talk 'cause
The way that I word it
Ayy, free YSL, still waitin' on a vеrdict
Long live Keed, that's the prince, yeah
You heard it
Chop off the top on that, it's verted
Straight out the mud, my Amiris dirty, go
Yeah
The doorway to all my emotions closed
My brothers, I love them, I hold them close
He ain't got these and he ain't got those
Boss ain't nothin' to fuck with
I'm steppin' on niggas
1080 the gang, I be reppin' on niggas
I don't even think about niggas
Soon as I think 'bout the opps
Then I think about triggers
Ayy
I think 'bout caskets
I think about 30s I'm blasting, ayy
I think 'bout the graveyard and
'bout the funeral havin'
I think 'bout the ghost and
The demons and ashes
Yeah, this a Trackhawk, this not a Aston
Fine-ass model bitch named Ashton
Big Backdoor take shit, I ain't askin'
Nigga move wrong, then I'm blasting
Ayy, who better for you than me?
Mr. Backdoor, came in ski
Yeah, uh, bitch keep tryna run a train on me
Yeah, cut her off, she ain't no P
Uh, black out the truck when
We ride through the town
You ain't know that I'm back in the towns?
Try to rob him
Ain't know he was packing the pound
It's Big Ol' Mr. Back and he back now