CEO Trayle, DC2Trill - C4 Too Trill lyrics

You gotta dig it (Nick on the track)

C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talkin' 'bout
"Pour a nigga up" he a window shopper
Went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock
On the block posted up
Still gon' fuck even though
She a gold digger
I guess that mean she ain't
Fuckin' with these broke niggas
Hi Tech, red glass, that shit pour different
By the time I'm ninety-two
Done ran through four kidneys
Laughin' straight to the bank
It's too much gas in here
I'ma need an oxygen tank
You at the bottom, bitch, I checked your rank
Fuckin' this MILF that I met in WeHo
Nigga, this our paint, Deebo
Poured an eight, now we slow
Niggas be sweeter than candyman
Drank man, handyman
Hit me a lick, then I roll up some dank
Say he gon' rob, no, he ain't
Zaza pounds came in the Tahoe
Turtle, man, I'm movin' slow on a tractor
Chrome Heart interior off a potent four
(Yeah) say he gettin' bread, no, he don't
My check clear, okie doke
Clip long, Pinocchio
She put toosie in her nose

C4 the motherfuckin' quarterback
Give and go ayy, pulled up
Brought five of them sticks just to do a show
Ayy, I'll send my bitch out
There to recruit some hoes
Ayy, ayy, I'm gettin' some money, I
Don't care what they doin', Though
Uh, dropped a six of the Trish
Got me movin' slow
And when she pissed with her nigga
She come deep throat
I steal the money from the
Church like I'm Creflo
Backdoored the nigga for some Percs
Now I creep low bitch just a cheap ho
Uh, thirty shot, no free throw
Uh, might roll a hundred bleezos
You got it, then I need those
It's Mr c4, high-speed to keep throwed
Get away from five oh uh, stashin' my kilos
Uh, how I became the big boss
Ain't no cheat codes
Ayy, ayy, change the bitch, change my sheets
Oh, lil' nigga, it's a switch on that
So be careful ayy, I bet you won't go get
No get back, lil' nigga, I dare you
Ayy, and you ain't even been listenin' to
The shit that I tell you
Ayy, just give an address, lil' nigga
And I'm gon' mail you
Ayy, it was me and broski at the store
Ayy, a pussy nigga tried to scope me
I didn't know
Ayy, lil' nigga, I didn't have no OG
I had to know i was just Chrome Heart down
At my fuckin' show
Ayy, I go Goyard down, then I fuck a ho
Ayy, I can't put my gun down
So don't even ask me
I just got the top from Tiffany
I'm fuckin' Ashley
I'm gettin' top again
She notice that her knees ashy
Ayy, I thought the J's was on the car
But they speed past me
Nigga, I eat what I kill, we not even fasting
Uh, come around that car up
Out that cut blasting
Uh, throw your CD out the window, trashed it
If you ain't real, you can't be around
Switch the gears, go out of town
Meet the migo, cop the pounds
Get the drank and spread it 'round
Ayy, ayy, I'm all for the make
Drink cheap again campaign
Ayy, fucked her in Chicago
She drove back to the Champaign
Bitches say, "4, make it rain"
Ayy, you ain't with us, then you a stain
I'll up the Glock on that whole thing
I'll Chief Keef, hear, "Bang, bang"
Uh, I just popped my last Perc 15
I need a 30 uh, page ain't private, I
Ain't hidin', bitch
Do I look like I'm worried? 4

C4, pass me the C4, finna blow a nigga up
Nigga ain't got no money, talkin' 'bout
"Pour a nigga up" he a window shopper
Went in Saks broke as fuck
Got some pills stuffed in my sock
On the block posted up

My lil' Kel got me up posted on the block
I'm just waitin' for this lil' package
Nigga, this ain't no zaza
That's a motherfuckin' catfish
Cashin', leanin'
You behind just like an adlib
Trayle, let's go rob niggas
(Oh, let's go) , fuck this rap shit
This guy icy and he loaded
Must've forgot that it was like this
Get off that nigga dick
Always rappin' 'bout what he did
Futuristic gun, vaporize 'em like an e-cig
He went broke after EDD, nigga, we still lit
Threw a thousand at the strip club, nigga
I guess we tricked