CEO Trayle - Purge lyrics

Ayy ayy
For sure

C4 'bout to purge, itchin'
That's them Percs
Ayy, Bentley hit the curb, uh, swerve, uh
Reason why that bitch won't fuck you, boy
'cause you's a nerd
I won't fuck that bitch unless
Big C4 goin' first, Uh
I won't snatch no purse
Strike that check, walk to the ATM
The PIN code first
The business gettin' risky
Treat my BINs just like my Percs
Ayy, that mean I ain't sellin' shit 'til
I get high off this shit first
Said they need some help
That boy C4 done gone berserk
Ayy, I'm prayin' to El Chapo
I couldn't walk inside no church ah, ayy
I swear that nigga got killed 'cause he
Didn't choose his choice of words
Six feet under dirt, damn
That shit must hurt
Uh, mixing, matching, see, my shoes is Fendi
But Gucci my shirt
These niggas out here trippin', he
Was just with me, They killed Perk
Ayy, say you wanna post up in these trenches
Don't be scared
Ayy, I lace up these black Air Force 1s
It's gettin' hot in here
Uh, what you know about C4
C4? Don't forget the last C4
My traphouse like a Cash and Go
In the studio off my Addy rollin'
How the fuck you say you want some
Smoke, you ain't send no addy, Ho?
My girlfriend asked who raised me, said
Myself, I ain't have no daddy, Ho
Pull up, turn him to a donut off the patio
Uh, then Swiss cheese his 'partments
You see that clip through my garments, ayy
Ayy how you wipe his nose so
Good? That must be Charmin
Nigga, you know I'm trappin'
Out this bitch
Ain't got no job like Tommy, Uh
Know I'm firearmin', uh
Don't wan' try me, homie
Breakin' news, it's one more homi'
My friends dead, so they might haunt me
My bitch ain't gon' talk to you
My bitch with the saditty posse
Uh, first night the bitch, then pass her off
Tell lil' bro get her off me

Uh, niggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
Nigga takin' somethin' from Big 4
Ain't heard of that
I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy
I guarantee it's where you'll
Be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix
That's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds
But we all had ordered MACs

Get a scale, a QP
That's the trap boy starter pack
Ayy, nothin' beat the devil but
The trick, 4 started that, Uh
Nigga, stop puttin' my words
On top they drip, Who thought of that?
Uh uh, dead man
Wonder why he can't get his daughter back

Uh, niggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
Nigga takin' somethin' from Big 4
Ain't heard of that
Uh uh, I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy
I guarantee it's where you'll
Be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix
That's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds
But we all had ordered MACs