CEO Trayle - Too Many Secrets lyrics

[CEO Trayle - Too Many Secrets lyrics]

Ayy, it's a stickup, nigga, freeze
I think she came from overseas
I found that bitch wasn't good for me
'cause P's was waitin' on P's
She said, "Don't leave me, C4, please"
Hey, these cars ain't got no keys
Said the barber, I cut his jeans
But still he had got away from a sting
(Run that back, Turbo)
You might say they skinny
Fit my Glock inside these jeans
Ayy, ayy, you may say she pretty
I just think she need to eat
It's a serious situation, bro
Stop puttin' that shit on Pete
We don't share locations
She just tell me where to meet

We just FOX 5 niggas
Leave 'em in the street
Ayy, I can't hide, I'm still outside
You must can't see
Make sure I score, my Glock two-three
Uh, ski mask and a beanie
Ayy, drop, C4, streets really need it
That day, a hundred shots, that's repeated
Really ain't too many secrets
Big ol' Backdoor somethin'
Like Jeepers Creepers
Said clear out these niggas
And keep the eaters big C4 the evilest, huh
Better get ready, 'cause here he comes
Say his name three times, hit the blunt
Ayy, watch Backdoor pull in the front
Ayy, nigga, don't call me, what you want?
Ayy, in the county, in the joint
My bank account was still Big Pun
I can't even count this all at once
Happy Halloween, you sluts
I don't think I ever keep the fronts
She asked me pay for her butt
I told that bitch to find a plug
I'm by myself, it ain't no love
I'm Backdoor with a Thanos glove
Bitch said she can't date no scrub
I said I can't kick my cup
Ayy, I ain't datin' none these bitches
But I ain't date myself
And when we went in there, got them guns
Kept a K for myself
Ayy, ayy, I was at my lil' bitch crib
Got my K on her shelf
And then I go and lay on her
'cause she can't lay on herself
Ayy, I didn't need none of these niggas
I was doin' straight by myself
And you can't smoke what we be smokin'
Guess you hate my top shelf
Hey, in these black door-kickers
Like a ninja, I got stealth
This money keep comin' like it's a printer
Print it myself
The last time I needed, they was greedy
They ain't care
I gave five extra pounds to Bell
And shit had still end up goin' left
Nigga, I'm a Frigidaire
Ayy, I ended up kickin' it anyway
Wasn't supposed to run in there
Really could be judgement any day
So let's just be prepared
Know I shared with a couple
Niggas that never even share
Still send that pape'
Take care her feet and nails
If you didn't want to be caught
You wouldn't be leavin' trails
I was in that kitchen with that fork
Backdoor didn't need a shelf
Rocks, helmet ain't even his
Backdoor kick same way for years
It's really no need for the tears
They tellin' me bow for all the cheers

Ayy, it's a stickup, nigga, freeze
I think she came from overseas
I found that bitch wasn't good for me
'cause P's was waitin' on P's
She said, "Don't leave me, C4, please"
Hey, these cars ain't got no keys
Said the barber, I cut his jeans
But still he had got away from a sting
You might say they skinny
Fit my Glock inside these jeans
Ayy, ayy, you may say she pretty
I just think she need to eat
It's a serious situation, bro
Stop puttin' that shit on Pete
We don't share locations
She just tell me where to meet

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