CEO Trayle - Rendezvous lyrics

[CEO Trayle - Rendezvous lyrics]

Ayy (Dun Deal on the track, yeah)
Ayy
Glock party, it's a rendezvous (Poseidon)
Nigga, who you playin'? I stalk
My ho like Kanye too ha ha ha ha ha ha haha
Yeah ayy

It's a Glock party, nigga
It's a rendezvous who you kiddin'? Nigga
I stalk my ho like Kanye too
Damn, hating on me, act like how they do
It's an ape out the cage
And can't find they zoo
I ain't write that shit, turn the page
I ain't write this too
They don't like what I say
They don't like me too

She was too piped on day one
She piped day two
Big Backdoor ain't in your town
My nigga say who?
Yeah, running with the convicts
The criminals too
My bitch loyal like LeBron bitch, her hips
They move
I didn't come in through the front door
The backdoor was open
Is that petrol you smoking?
Yeah, his necklace on a ocean
Say, bitch, show me devotion
She just popped E, she rolling
My LA bitch West Coastin'
Stupid New York bitch be ghosting
She say, "C4 you be smelling good" bitch
That ain't just lotion
You know I was drinking Wockhardt, bitch
We call it potion
Perc-15 after Perc-15, I might overdose it
Watch, put the fentanyl in tings
Kill you with a dosage
Nigga, what you smoking? Is
You smoking skunk?
That weed I saw you posted, nigga
You was posting bunk
Yeah, he was talking crazy
I left him in my trunk
Yeah, and then I calmed back down
And then picked up my son
They say the jakes want Big Ol' Backdoor
He on the run they say my shooter ain't
Gon' shoot for me, He on a bond
Ayy, do not look at C4 stupidly, he own a gun
And you'd think Rocko was his
Daddy, he a ficking don, Yeah
1080 shots, you ever fuck with Dun
I whipped out all my mama pots
I whipped in front my mom
Yeah, I want my pockets big as Pun
Future brighter than the sun
They say, "Don't catch no bodies, Backdoor
Just keep rapping and you won"
Mama wished the preacher man could save me
This straight drop glass, pay me
And you know rapping saved me
I was running from task daily
I was going way faster than eighty
Ever seen a Trackhawk spin?
Police don't even try to chase me
Pick up my lil' bitch, she ate me
Know these fuck niggas hate me
They gon' always hate me
Big Backdoor McGrady, call me Tracy
'Fore I shoot the ball, I shake 'em
Came from plastic plating
Now we got glass, nigga, your casket waiting
I done mastered patience
But you know Backdoor still like Satan
It ain't no party 'less we
Get these K's in
They say Birmingham like Grayson
I get to swerving down, these bitches chasing
Told my bitch I could pick replacements
Told these niggas I could pick replacements
I been dolo, too much gay shit
Back in my kitchen, I sit and weigh shit
Scraping these pots, acting like I make shit
Yeah, going back to the basics, but
It's more money involved, bitch
I'm from where murders don't get solved
Bitch all it take one call, blitz
Blind to the shit, Ray Charles, bitch
I was in the war, my scars itch
These fuck niggas on soft shit, uh
Backdoor, Backdoor

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