CEO Trayle - Thirty Clip lyrics

(Stribb on the beat)
(Ayy, Don, this beat dumb)

I was havin' thoughts to myself 'bout
My wealth and my health, Uh
Niggas know I got these bodies under my belt
Uh niggas know I got the trophy for
High speed on my shelf ayy, shake somethin'
Ayy, watch your tone
'cause I might break somethin'
Folks 'nem in tune with them switches
They might make somethin'
Green light a dude
Thirty shots how we gon' wake him
If they sleepin' on you still, uh
Eat what we kill
Know we eatin' what we kill
You lookin' like a meal
Uh, I'ma drive on this mission
You ain't got no wheel
Heard that nigga hiding went missing
C4 just signed a deal
Niggas tryna rob like who? Is you for real?
That backdoor shit came from Reckless
RIP the real
Backdoor shit for real niggas only
We don't steal
Take something, nigga say you took it
It is what it is
Ayy, ayy, black Air Forcin'
Movin' with caution yeah, I caught a body
Then I moved with the Georgians
Ayy, catch another beat and then
Go Key with the Floridians
Ayy, catch another beat and then
I be in New Orleans
Hey, it's the big Glock toter, opp smoker
Bad bitch back broker, the opps broker
Up that click clack, man, I Joker
The bridge is over
Get it out the mud with all my brothers, ayy
She say I'm Southern
What, you think I'm country? Put
The clip inside the K
Long live Von, he from the O, ayy
You lil' fuck niggas in my way
And nigga, I been the CEO, was crazy
Are you worried? Why you in my
Business? Knew these niggas was hatin'
Call me Mr backdoor, ayy
It's the backdoor kicker
Walk in, lay them fuck niggas down
Lil' nigga, it's a stick, Uh
It was me and Pluto
But we knew they would switch up
After I fuck your bitch, I'm
Holdin' my wrist up, Go
Oh, she sucked C4 dick
Then you kissed that ho
First she started with a pic
Then her Insta' froze, Uh
Nutted on that bitch face, my wrist too froze
Said she saw my other bitch
And it went to blows
Yeah, we don't do no fightin' here
Bitch said she fucked 4
Why the fuck you lyin' here?
Nigga, I went to sleep on that bed
She was lyin' here
I'm growin' out my mane, nigga
The lion hair
Lil' bitch just said I'm fly as
Fuck like it's flying gear
I was told if I don't give no fucks
You not flying here
Ayy, once you get inside that pan
You gon' fry in here
And one spill up out that band
Then we out of here, On God