CEO Trayle - Warren Buffett lyrics

Ayy, lost a couple friends, lost some hoes
Lost some family members
Told 'em don't watch me, boy, watch
TV, don't change that channel, Nigga
Comin' down your chimney with some
Presents like Black Santa, Nigga
Ayy, she thought she fucked C4
I let the family hit her
Ayy, I got a whole bottle of Percs
To fight the damage in 'em
Ayy, if he just start gettin' shit for free
He got them scammers with him
Ayy, I don't need no bodyguard
Big 40 Glock to handle niggas
Uh, we known for puttin' niggas on t-shirts
Then light candles with 'em
Uh, Trayle was a bad kid
C4 tried to slam the sitter
Ayy, I leave some Kool-Aid on your
Shirt from one of my jammers, Nigga
And my bitch gon' shoot with the
Nails, got her a hammer, Nigga
Ayy, I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
Boy

Know a couple niggas that got some
Stains and went to the candlelight
Diss Guitar, he ain't tryna fight
C4 ten sticks of dynamite
I came up off that china white
He fucked a bitch that got a mite
I fucked a bitch that got me right
Knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
I'm not even gon' go, no
C4 don't got a show tonight
You know that he the realest ever
The family on his shoulders, Right?
I tell all my niggas thank you, I
Give credit where you supposed to, Right?
If you don't catch no fish how I
Be fishin', I still showed you, Right?

Ayy, a nigga sneak diss on the kid
I tag his toe tonight
Lil' bro said he ain't
Takin' no more L's
He brought his pole to fight
I'm smokin' on some shit that got
Me talkin' to the poltergeist
C4 get topped, then kick the bitch outside
That boy is cold as ice
I take off on 12, give no fucks, nigga
I don't know no rights
They aim at they car, better duck
They pulled over twice
Say he was gon' do anything
Whatever I told him, Right?
Heard that boy said Big C4 had saved him
Said he owed his life

Ayy, don't get to lookin' crazy
I'm gon' up it, I'm gon' up it
I ain't got nothin' to pour that lean on
I'm gon' have to just Peach Crush it
I ain't been doin' what I been
Doin' to quit at the introduction
Heard these niggas lookin' for me
I'm like fuck it
Uh, chain on the outside of my clothes
But he won't touch it
And my players usually playin' with they
Nose, how it get duckies, Uh
Niggas used to just rappin'
Ain't no substance
Uh, 12 don't like these clutches
I'ma keep trappin' 'til I'm
Rich as Warren Buffett

Know a couple niggas that got some
Stains and went to the candlelight
Diss Guitar, he ain't tryna fight
C4 ten sticks of dynamite
I came up off that china white
He fucked a bitch that got a mite
I fucked a bitch that got me right
Knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
I'm not even gon' go, no
C4 don't got a show tonight
You know that he the realest ever
The family on his shoulders, Right?
I tell all my niggas thank you, I
Give credit where you supposed to, Right?
If you don't catch no fish how I
Be fishin', I still showed you, Right?

Ayy, don't get to lookin' crazy
I'm gon' up it, I'm gon' up it
I ain't got nothin' to pour that lean on
I'm gon' have to just Peach Crush it
I ain't been doin' what I been
Doin' to quit at the introduction
Heard these niggas lookin' for me
I'm like fuck it
Uh, chain on the outside of my clothes
But he won't touch it
And my players usually playin' with they
Nose, how it get duckies, Uh
Niggas used to just rappin'
Ain't no substance
Uh, 12 don't like these clutches
I'ma keep trappin' 'til I'm
Rich as Warren Buffett