CEO Trayle - Vacant House lyrics

Ayy yeah
For sure
(Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga
Get your ass popped, Boy)
Get you popped
(Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga) ayy

Niggas know I'ma trap out the vacant
And you know once you trapped, no escaping
Up the strap 'cause I ain't
Shit to play with
Nigga said I remind him of Radric
Ayy, I was whippin' the
Porsche on the highway
Gotta know I was flippin' the gauges
Ayy, and I'm finally goin' on tour
When they let all my dogs out the cages
Ayy, nigga, you ain't gettin' no paper, uh
We can't conversate it
Send a sniper to confiscate you
You think she'll let me fuck, no date?
You think she'll come and suck all day?
She don't even know my name like Tray
Big CEO Trayle, bitch
I was countin' money, eatin' kales, bitch
I was eatin' salmon and mac
Ayy, they say I need a crown for the trap
It was lost, but I'm bringin' it back
He an opp, then we swingin' the TEC, ayy
Walk -own shooter
So you know Trayle ain't ever
Gon' sneak from the back
Ayy, I'm a nighttime mover
Full time shooter, I like my car color black
Nigga like me, I'ma fire up the weed
Broke nigga, he'll spark up a Black
I'm the type nigga gon' pay all the fee
Broke nigga gon' argue the check
I'm the type nigga don't argue with bitches
Broke nigga gon' argue with that
I'm the type nigga pop Percs all day
Still eatin', but, nigga
I'm just not gettin' fat
Earlier, I popped a ten, when it wore off
I popped a thirty
These niggas act like they only
Wanna see me win, But I told 'em cut it
Ayy, dropped off a package, bitch
Same time picked Ben up, Then I skrrted
Ayy, and I do mathematics, but back
When I was in school, bitch
I used to cut it
Look at my wrist, we flooded
Look at my bitch, wanna fuck her, don't you?
Niggas only want my bitch 'cause she my
Bitch, you know that's fucked up
Don't you?
Nigga, I be foreign car drag car racin'
Ayy, Uno for the drip, call Jason
I ain't even fuck that bitch
She was in my ho Instagram DMs hatin'
Ayy, somethin' like a mental patient
Nigga, talk shit, AK it, ayy
Or we ain't talkin' bricks, stop playin'
Ayy or we could boss shit, stop playin'
You know how much I done made off white sand?
Rob me, that's the wrong nigga, right plan
Comeback kid, get 'em quick like sand
And I move a big white bitch worth Xan'
Nigga get money, but he got no plan
Room full of real niggas
And I bet you can't spot your mans
I been poppin' Percs since 2013, as of now
Can't pop no Xans
These niggas flex, doin' all this and that
Best believe them is not your bands
Still ain't did nothin'
Nigga popped your mans
I was trappin' out the taco stand
Ayy, get popped, bein' Macho Man
Ayy, big Glock if you not no fan
Big CEO put a bitch in a trance
Ayy, nigga, send cash first
'Cause I'm tryna get paid in advance, ayy
He feelin' bad 'cause I got me a stick and
That boy got a knife in his hand