CEO Trayle - Sucka Free lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Sucka Free lyrics]
(Stribb on the beat) uh
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter it's Mr, uh
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter
Walk down, nigga, I'll do you
Then I switch cars and fool you
Who the fuck this bitch
Really think she playin'
With? Act like I never knew you
Nigga said that they loyal, it
Come to this money
They go to the judge and they sue you
Uh, Big ol' Backdoor, he the kicker
I should've stopped kickin' it sooner
Touchdown Backdoor, Oklahoma, the Sooners
Taught myself, I didn't need me a tutor
He try to play the big ol' boss
Then I'ma put three in his noodle
You don't know me, then do your research
You can find me on Google
Get to sellin' them tens, then C4 pop out
Toaster strudel
He don't take care his kids and it's cool
With you? That type of behavior is brutal
Know I went straight to sleep
I didn't learn in school
But just know I'm richer than teachers
Niggas commentin' now
Tryna pay me for features
Bet a couple bitches cheerin' for
Me in the bleachers and she popped a jet
Said she be sneakin' and geekin'
Don't record this shit, you know my songs
They be leakin'
And I ain't even thinkin' 'bout peakin'
And I walked in this
Bitch smellin' just like
The gas and you know that my clothes
They was reekin' and I just had fucked her
But I walked past her
Act like we wasn't even speakin'
Play with me, it's a
Disaster, cold case catcher
Makin' sure that we get even
Fucked her to death, I had
To touch her, bitch, Is you breathing?
Every time I talk, she look at me
She leakin' hit the girl on the 'Ghini
Everybody know I'm the hottest young
Nigga that's doin' this shit
Ain't no secret
You know I kept Victoria's secret
Ayy, when she call, I ignore it
I'm tweakin'
Yeah, baby, come here, let me talk to you
Other niggas done fucked this shit
Up for the P's boy, quit your waitin'
Let me talk to the bitch
Sittin' up on her knees
The grind, wanted better for me
You know she gon' get wetter for me
'Member when he was terrible, 3?
I shut the trap down and buried the key
It was hard, but I did it
And look where I'm at now
Have a ménage, two of them, at first
They was checkin' my background
I just told lil' baby they call me C4
And I really don't like bein' out much
I got shot seven times
I survived and he didn't 'cause these
Niggas ain't really about much
Can I tell you somethin'?
When we walk in the restaurant
I'm walkin' in with my ski mask
'Cause it's just the way I am
See an opp, catch a faceshot, blam
See, the pussy, it taste like lamb
And the bitch ass shaped like
Jelly 'cause that's not jam
I got pounds in here 'cause this my jam
When she hear my song, say
"That's my jam"
I'ma fuck her too 'cause that's my plan
No more doin' that hand-to hand
I done put baby bro in charge
Ayy, give me my cellphone
Let me just catch them plays
For long, hit the bankroll large
Real niggas help out real niggas
Then real niggas reciprocate, Boy
I said these niggas been
Hatin' again and again
I'ma chop off the head on a rat
Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat
Once I grab on her neck
Then you know that that's that
It's a 223 in the backpack
I got beaucoup cheese, nigga
Work way too hard for all that
She don't give off the same energy
Fall back
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter it's Mr, uh
Mr walk this shit down
I don't need no shooter
Walk down, nigga, I'll do you
Then I switch cars and fool you
Who the fuck this bitch
Really think she playin'
With? Act like I never knew you
Nigga said that they loyal, it
Come to this money
They go to the judge and they sue you
Uh, Big ol' Backdoor, he the kicker
I should've stopped kickin' it sooner
Touchdown Backdoor, Oklahoma, the Sooners
Taught myself, I didn't need me a tutor
He try to play the big ol' boss
Then I'ma put three in his noodle
You don't know me, then do your research
You can find me on Google
Get to sellin' them tens, then C4 pop out
Toaster strudel
He don't take care his kids and it's cool
With you? That type of behavior is brutal
Know I went straight to sleep
I didn't learn in school
But just know I'm richer than teachers
Niggas commentin' now
Tryna pay me for features
Bet a couple bitches cheerin' for
Me in the bleachers and she popped a jet
Said she be sneakin' and geekin'
Don't record this shit, you know my songs
They be leakin'
And I ain't even thinkin' 'bout peakin'
And I walked in this
Bitch smellin' just like
The gas and you know that my clothes
They was reekin' and I just had fucked her
But I walked past her
Act like we wasn't even speakin'
Play with me, it's a
Disaster, cold case catcher
Makin' sure that we get even
Fucked her to death, I had
To touch her, bitch, Is you breathing?
Every time I talk, she look at me
She leakin' hit the girl on the 'Ghini
Everybody know I'm the hottest young
Nigga that's doin' this shit
Ain't no secret
You know I kept Victoria's secret
Ayy, when she call, I ignore it
I'm tweakin'
Yeah, baby, come here, let me talk to you
Other niggas done fucked this shit
Up for the P's boy, quit your waitin'
Let me talk to the bitch
Sittin' up on her knees
The grind, wanted better for me
You know she gon' get wetter for me
'Member when he was terrible, 3?
I shut the trap down and buried the key
It was hard, but I did it
And look where I'm at now
Have a ménage, two of them, at first
They was checkin' my background
I just told lil' baby they call me C4
And I really don't like bein' out much
I got shot seven times
I survived and he didn't 'cause these
Niggas ain't really about much
Can I tell you somethin'?
When we walk in the restaurant
I'm walkin' in with my ski mask
'Cause it's just the way I am
See an opp, catch a faceshot, blam
See, the pussy, it taste like lamb
And the bitch ass shaped like
Jelly 'cause that's not jam
I got pounds in here 'cause this my jam
When she hear my song, say
"That's my jam"
I'ma fuck her too 'cause that's my plan
No more doin' that hand-to hand
I done put baby bro in charge
Ayy, give me my cellphone
Let me just catch them plays
For long, hit the bankroll large
Real niggas help out real niggas
Then real niggas reciprocate, Boy
I said these niggas been
Hatin' again and again
I'ma chop off the head on a rat
Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat
Once I grab on her neck
Then you know that that's that
It's a 223 in the backpack
I got beaucoup cheese, nigga
Work way too hard for all that
She don't give off the same energy
Fall back