CEO Trayle - First 48'D lyrics
[CEO Trayle - First 48'D lyrics]
(G Money) skrrt
Yeah ayy
I'll get you First 48'd
Broad light of day'd
Took off in a spaceship, I'm back now
Ayy, I park the strikers all adjacent
This bitch testin' my patience
I only want that face
She bringin' cat 'round
Said she wanna beat, wanna meet
That's some shit I can't see
Stayin' on my Q's and my P's
And my Carti full of V's
We was only supposed to have the
House to park the stolen V's
Ended goin' broke and stayin'
In that bitch, You wouldn't believe it
You know that 12 kept comin' 'round
Nigga steal, I gun him down
Baby C4 runnin' 'round
In the kitchen scrapin'
Nigga, you wanna die? Give
You a demonstration
Spend this shit, no limitations
I crank up the car, I love the Track' sound
Told the bitch she wanna
Leave me, then bitch, It's easy
A lot of niggas wanna be me
You'll always see me
I told them I was gon'
Do this shit for real
They didn't believe me
Man, you gotta see everybody faces now
Let go my dick please
Believe it or not like Ripley's
My lemonade was Simply
My dinner phase was shrimp please
Your ex-boyfriend a shrimp to me
Like Big Backdoor, he couldn't be
Not even if he tried
Went outside like this and died
Them steppers out here, get inside
And I don't want the bitch back
It's my pride up the 30, get to runnin'
Bet you pussy niggas hidin'
Get to steppin' on the steppers
I was with Gunna eatin' at Hyde
Do a collection she off rip
Lil' shawty'll break her back
And get to stretchin'
She got brain, I learned a lesson
Uh, Father God
I thank you for my son 'cause he a blessing
Oh, Big Backdoor, he get to killin' shit
But he ain't got no direction
Ayy, who taught him how to do the shit he do?
It's militant, look how he move
Shooters watch my back, I tie my shoes
Or my bitch tie 'em for me
Yeah, I done got richer than a bitch
Now they all tryna record me
I ain't sendin' no songs, set up a meeting
Nigga and I need some millions 'cause you
Talkin' to a street nigga
I done already made a couple
Millions out the streets, Nigga
I only eat McDonalds, that's what
Baby 4 wan' eat, Nigga
He only want McNuggets, count
The duckies, then repeat, Nigga
I told a bitch she can't pull out
Her phone, this shit might leak, Nigga
Ayy, pass me five hundred just like
Nate when I go speak, Nigga
You can't get mad 'cause your bitch
With me, I let her drink, Nigga
The police hit this house, hid
Thirteen bricks under the sink, Nigga
You make me mad, I shoot this
Bitch up quick, won't even think, Nigga
Give me ten million dollars 'fore I
Put my name in ink, Nigga
It's 4
Yeah ayy
I'll get you First 48'd
Broad light of day'd
Took off in a spaceship, I'm back now
Ayy, I park the strikers all adjacent
This bitch testin' my patience
I only want that face
She bringin' cat 'round
Said she wanna beat, wanna meet
That's some shit I can't see
Stayin' on my Q's and my P's
And my Carti full of V's
We was only supposed to have the
House to park the stolen V's
Ended goin' broke and stayin'
In that bitch, You wouldn't believe it
You know that 12 kept comin' 'round
Nigga steal, I gun him down
Baby C4 runnin' 'round
In the kitchen scrapin'
Nigga, you wanna die? Give
You a demonstration
Spend this shit, no limitations
I crank up the car, I love the Track' sound
Told the bitch she wanna
Leave me, then bitch, It's easy
A lot of niggas wanna be me
You'll always see me
I told them I was gon'
Do this shit for real
They didn't believe me
Man, you gotta see everybody faces now
Let go my dick please
Believe it or not like Ripley's
My lemonade was Simply
My dinner phase was shrimp please
Your ex-boyfriend a shrimp to me
Like Big Backdoor, he couldn't be
Not even if he tried
Went outside like this and died
Them steppers out here, get inside
And I don't want the bitch back
It's my pride up the 30, get to runnin'
Bet you pussy niggas hidin'
Get to steppin' on the steppers
I was with Gunna eatin' at Hyde
Do a collection she off rip
Lil' shawty'll break her back
And get to stretchin'
She got brain, I learned a lesson
Uh, Father God
I thank you for my son 'cause he a blessing
Oh, Big Backdoor, he get to killin' shit
But he ain't got no direction
Ayy, who taught him how to do the shit he do?
It's militant, look how he move
Shooters watch my back, I tie my shoes
Or my bitch tie 'em for me
Yeah, I done got richer than a bitch
Now they all tryna record me
I ain't sendin' no songs, set up a meeting
Nigga and I need some millions 'cause you
Talkin' to a street nigga
I done already made a couple
Millions out the streets, Nigga
I only eat McDonalds, that's what
Baby 4 wan' eat, Nigga
He only want McNuggets, count
The duckies, then repeat, Nigga
I told a bitch she can't pull out
Her phone, this shit might leak, Nigga
Ayy, pass me five hundred just like
Nate when I go speak, Nigga
You can't get mad 'cause your bitch
With me, I let her drink, Nigga
The police hit this house, hid
Thirteen bricks under the sink, Nigga
You make me mad, I shoot this
Bitch up quick, won't even think, Nigga
Give me ten million dollars 'fore I
Put my name in ink, Nigga
It's 4