CEO Trayle - Monster lyrics

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Monsters, monsters monsters, 1080 monsters
Couple monsters just like bombsters
The feds mobbed us, only in the squad trust
Them cars, don't park it, nigga
Where that spark at?
They told lil' bro he gangster
'cause he fought back
I was masked up with killers, we in all black
They ain't get the job, lil' bitch
1080 get no callback
Laughter, menace, Trackhawk tinted, yeah
Back block spinnin'
Find the opp and kill it
Nigga, amoxicillin, nigga
Don't bomb the building
That's what they tellin' Big Backdoor
I used to start with dealin'
Then the truckload had came
That changed my way of thinkin'
Nigga up AK, you blinkin'
Big Boss in this room, he shrinkin'
Nigga, ain't no time for thinkin'
Listen, hear my jewelry clinkin'?
Bitch, I don't know why
The fuck you speakin'
Work all week, it's up this weekend
We just blacked out on his fuckin' doorstep
Mad 'cause his ho left
Must ain't got no dough left
Yeah, Big ol' Backdoor the kicker
Ain't no doors left
I been tellin' niggas not to
Dive, if they dove, Say less
Fifty of those compressed, bitch
You can go and undress
Big Backdoor in the flesh
Not that nigga that cheat your test
Nigga, I don't wear no vest
223s come for his neck
Rookie up against a vet, 22 against a TEC
Uh, payin' all my lil' bitch
Bills, when they hear C4, They get chills
Nigga just backdoored, went uphill
Ain't comin' down no time soon
Popped two Perc-15 pills
Workin' at this shit here for years
Now, fuck nigga, I'm finally here
I'ma bring my niggas in
Yeah, inside my cup, this is Wockhardt
This not no beer or gin
This lil' bitch stuck, she can't go far
She gon' spin 'round again
At first she was a seven, with Backdoor
She is a ten my lil' bitch a scammer
Callin' my phone tryna buy a BIN
223s and 556s, 762s and skin
I try not to hit no houses
I'm tryna hit your man
Where your boss? It's too many workers
I ain't gon' say it again cremate him
Then let his ashes blow with all the wind
Told God I often sin, yeah
But I'm gon' get it right
You see that Trackhawk at night
Nigga see red beams and green lights
Bitches wanna fuck, I'm pipe
Bitches let me fuck first night
My brother say I'm untouchable whenever
I'm on this mic
Lil' nigga gon' up and clutch and blow
This shit ain't lookin' right
Amiri jeans, they lookin' tight
You can see my Glock out when I fight
Below the belt, bit off his ear
You call him Mike
Oh, his machete swingin', hockey mask
You call him Mike
Wait 'til you get that shot
Wait 'til they all in sight
I'm just everything he not
That's why it's hard to dislike
Poured a deuce of Wockhardt
But I called this light
Free the bros behind bars, they call
Send kites