CEO Trayle - Stay Dangerous lyrics

Ayy can't finesse a real
Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher
(Produced by YodaYae)
C4, I don't know no better
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K
Ain't got no stage fright
Most them niggas I was with had to
Get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole
He can't even count his days right
Uh, tester tasted that dope
Said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real
Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no letter
Took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her
Mama said I better not ever
I better not ever, no, I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her
Mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I
Left her, can't stay, That's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever

And these hoes like paparazzi
They spot me wherever
And these niggas act like hoes 'cause
They don't be no better
He wasn't getting no
Motherfuckin' cheddar, cheddar, Cheddar
Fucked that bitch and found out
She's a bed wetter
She won't give no head, oh
She actin' like she scared, Left her
Clown-ass nigga
That boy up on Stephen said level
And I fuck your bitch, I
Don't like your rap
She said I say it better
Play 'round, he's a dead fellow
Thirty shots, he runnin' like a treadmiller
Met a plug, he hit my
Price right on the head, Nigga
Ever play around with CEO
Then he's a dead nigga
Watch him bled, nigga full of lead, nigga
I know your partner kind of scared
But they ain't gon' say it, Nigga
A real boss and I'm gon' play it, nigga
Better watch your homie when your back turnt
She was single, now she pregnant
Now she backburnt
He was broke, he finessed, now he back turnt
Niggas really don't like the truth
'cause them facts hurt
It's all red now, he had on a black shirt
Popped that thirty ball and fucked
'til her back hurt
"How you high speed all them
Foreign cars?" 'Cause I'm Black, Sir
Ayy, I ain't had no daddy, I'm a bastard
Got these 'bows in this house, Mr baxter
Ayy, I fuck a bitch until I see her tracks
Sir ayy, ayy, and we can fuck
But I gotta feel that neck first
Uh, bitch steady askin' me my neck worth
I ain't doing shit until they
Clear that check first
It's a Glock in here
But you can call it a man purse
Count these hundreds 'til my hands hurt
Money over everything right now
But it was fam first fuck 9-12
I seen my dog put in that damn hearse
Niggas tweakin' on C4 'cause they
Want a damn verse
Tell all my brothers to stay
Dangerous and blam first for sure

My bros to stay dangerous and blam first ayy
My bros to stay dangerous and blam first

Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K
Ain't got no stage fright
Most them niggas I was with had to
Get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole
He can't even count his days right
Tester tasted that dope
Said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real
Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no letter
Took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her
Mama said I better not ever
Ayy, ayy, I better not ever, no
I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her
Mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I
Left her, can't stay, That's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever