CEO Trayle - Triple XXX lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Triple XXX lyrics]
Yeah big Boss CEO
(Just pay the guy) yeah
How in the hell is you gon' X out an X'er?
Use a scale, used to stretch out the extra
Heard he was dead
He was stretched in the desert
Ayy, a pretty fine ting
That's for my dessert hotel, five-star
I'm with Duke in a flyin' car
They try to shoot, you ain't hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all the time
Main man done made himself a couple million
Stay yourself
Just be true to who you are, nigga
They keep askin' C4 how did
I become a star quicker? I just got a lot of
Star attributes and star pickin'
I'm ridin' with my brothers
I go swimmin' with the sharks with you
Kicked the bitch out
Told her I ain't feel no spark with you
I ain't the one that's gon' start with you
Still the same nigga smoke five
Dollar blunts with you
Walk your dog with you
Ayy, you shouldn't have to watch your
Back if your dogs with you
I told the bitch her ex-nigga
Must ain't have tissue
My brother my brother
Percocet I split in half with you
Do the calculations on them pounds
Do the math with you
We could shoot it out with 'em
I'm with you you know I'ma hide you if
They comin' to get you
That's why I'm tryna stack
This money faster
Different mamas, different daddies
Daddies lovin' bastards
Yeah, I'll get you food
But you know we fuckin' after
Yeah, tell the plug to bring that faster
Spin the block with choppers out that Acura
Move, bitch, C4 walkin' through
You should be backin' up
I'ma have to leave LA soon
Baby 4 actin' up
Used to pour that Actavis, we actin' up
I don't write this shit down, this life
Ain't no act with us
Yeah, niggas tryna take me under
Yeah, flew on my first private
Chapter all because of Wunna
Palms steady itchin' for the summer
I was ridin' double-R, she saw
Cream soda, I got lean for that right now
I can hear your thoughts
I know you plot to take me down
Hard dick for a bitch, he can get the rounds
I did 8K, motherfuck a mini
She keep sayin' she too skinny
Half a Perc', half a Xan' got me spinny
Pay all my respects in the land
Now I'm winning
Tried to listen to his music
It was poo like the Winnie
I'm gon' shoot out the semi, we recruit
But not many you Froot Loop niggas silly
Bulletproof cars for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me
But these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers
Mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by the plenty, I got too much
Chopper lending
You an opper, then you blending
Out here with the white folks, inconspicuous
I'm blending
If I smack the shit out 6ix9ine
I'll be trending
Big Boss CEO done backdoored a Bentley
They seen Slime hug me
Now they tryna get near me
I killed a nigga, I can't bring him back
That's contradicting
Thirty thousand in my pocket
I still get inside that car
For a McDonalds visit
I said that check is not mine
If ain't no commas in it, Yeah
On that jet, too damn high, Wockiana kiss me
C4 goin' down in century, ayy
Bitches say they love how C4 kick it
When you locked up
Ninety percent of them don't visit
Ayy, ayy, you say you a fan, ho
I'm quizzin'
You might have to sign an NDA
But that's just business
Ship the package, it got there like next day
Yeah
Hundred shots with Baby 4 at the state fair
Play for keeps when you play with us
We don't play fair
Say your piece, I don't wanna hear it
You gon' lay there
White chalk him, see his outline
They gon' say how good he was
How it wasn't his time
But, nigga, Big Boss don't fuck with folks
I just solve problems
What's a goon to a goblin? What's
A shroom to a Roxy?
What's a broom when you mobbin'
In a room and I'm locked in
I'ma shoot, John Stockton
'cause I'm through with the boxin'
Ayy, ayy, shawty said that he got the jwett
He just made 80K this week with no sweat
We just came in eighty deep with them TECs
The same nigga shoot the same
Nigga sign the check the Big Boss ride the
Carpool 'cause the babies i'm too high
I told a bitch that it's too late to save me
Born in '94 and in 2013, Grady Baby
What? You lil' fuck niggas need
Jewelry to impress the ladies?
Mind you that these the same bitches that
I slut out and nut on
Her lil' bad-ass kids broke the TV
It don't cut on
Her lil' bad-ass son in the
Kitchen sprayin' my cologne don't worry
Finna get this bitch cable and wifi cut on
(Just pay the guy) yeah
How in the hell is you gon' X out an X'er?
Use a scale, used to stretch out the extra
Heard he was dead
He was stretched in the desert
Ayy, a pretty fine ting
That's for my dessert hotel, five-star
I'm with Duke in a flyin' car
They try to shoot, you ain't hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all the time
Main man done made himself a couple million
Stay yourself
Just be true to who you are, nigga
They keep askin' C4 how did
I become a star quicker? I just got a lot of
Star attributes and star pickin'
I'm ridin' with my brothers
I go swimmin' with the sharks with you
Kicked the bitch out
Told her I ain't feel no spark with you
I ain't the one that's gon' start with you
Still the same nigga smoke five
Dollar blunts with you
Walk your dog with you
Ayy, you shouldn't have to watch your
Back if your dogs with you
I told the bitch her ex-nigga
Must ain't have tissue
My brother my brother
Percocet I split in half with you
Do the calculations on them pounds
Do the math with you
We could shoot it out with 'em
I'm with you you know I'ma hide you if
They comin' to get you
That's why I'm tryna stack
This money faster
Different mamas, different daddies
Daddies lovin' bastards
Yeah, I'll get you food
But you know we fuckin' after
Yeah, tell the plug to bring that faster
Spin the block with choppers out that Acura
Move, bitch, C4 walkin' through
You should be backin' up
I'ma have to leave LA soon
Baby 4 actin' up
Used to pour that Actavis, we actin' up
I don't write this shit down, this life
Ain't no act with us
Yeah, niggas tryna take me under
Yeah, flew on my first private
Chapter all because of Wunna
Palms steady itchin' for the summer
I was ridin' double-R, she saw
Cream soda, I got lean for that right now
I can hear your thoughts
I know you plot to take me down
Hard dick for a bitch, he can get the rounds
I did 8K, motherfuck a mini
She keep sayin' she too skinny
Half a Perc', half a Xan' got me spinny
Pay all my respects in the land
Now I'm winning
Tried to listen to his music
It was poo like the Winnie
I'm gon' shoot out the semi, we recruit
But not many you Froot Loop niggas silly
Bulletproof cars for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me
But these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers
Mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by the plenty, I got too much
Chopper lending
You an opper, then you blending
Out here with the white folks, inconspicuous
I'm blending
If I smack the shit out 6ix9ine
I'll be trending
Big Boss CEO done backdoored a Bentley
They seen Slime hug me
Now they tryna get near me
I killed a nigga, I can't bring him back
That's contradicting
Thirty thousand in my pocket
I still get inside that car
For a McDonalds visit
I said that check is not mine
If ain't no commas in it, Yeah
On that jet, too damn high, Wockiana kiss me
C4 goin' down in century, ayy
Bitches say they love how C4 kick it
When you locked up
Ninety percent of them don't visit
Ayy, ayy, you say you a fan, ho
I'm quizzin'
You might have to sign an NDA
But that's just business
Ship the package, it got there like next day
Yeah
Hundred shots with Baby 4 at the state fair
Play for keeps when you play with us
We don't play fair
Say your piece, I don't wanna hear it
You gon' lay there
White chalk him, see his outline
They gon' say how good he was
How it wasn't his time
But, nigga, Big Boss don't fuck with folks
I just solve problems
What's a goon to a goblin? What's
A shroom to a Roxy?
What's a broom when you mobbin'
In a room and I'm locked in
I'ma shoot, John Stockton
'cause I'm through with the boxin'
Ayy, ayy, shawty said that he got the jwett
He just made 80K this week with no sweat
We just came in eighty deep with them TECs
The same nigga shoot the same
Nigga sign the check the Big Boss ride the
Carpool 'cause the babies i'm too high
I told a bitch that it's too late to save me
Born in '94 and in 2013, Grady Baby
What? You lil' fuck niggas need
Jewelry to impress the ladies?
Mind you that these the same bitches that
I slut out and nut on
Her lil' bad-ass kids broke the TV
It don't cut on
Her lil' bad-ass son in the
Kitchen sprayin' my cologne don't worry
Finna get this bitch cable and wifi cut on