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CEO Trayle

Up On A Fee

 

Up On A Fee

(album: C4 - 2022)


[CEO Trayle:]
Yeah
I was still getting packs with the pastor
Can you get rid of this a lil' faster?
In this trap, I done earned me a masters

And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
I was riding with all of my pieces
I was smoking on all the deceased
She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets
In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets
Chopper sing you a song on repeat
And this game for the strong, not the weak
Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week
My bitch say she in love with a monster
In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah)
I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piece
I been said fuck the peace, go outside with your piece
Two-point-five on the fleece
You can't hide in these streets
A back blocker low-key
I had dropped on Lil Z
Think he fucked up the re'
I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me

[VL Deck:]
Huh, I can get fresh out my closet
I stay in Dolce, I model
I'm busting bales and I'm sweeping the carpet
Stuck in the trap, ain't no way I can stop it
Both of my rifles, no need for the cocking it
I'm known for the sheep and I move like assassin
I am a creep in the Jeep, I'm a monster
Stick to the code and I live like a mobster
And I got paid off of crime
Sponsor the guns for the slime
I'm a big stepper, I'm tall like a giant
Diamonds on me off of pressure applied
And .223 cool, press buttons and you dying
You can get smacked with your rock like you Plies
I get you stripped like you dance
Geeking off Addies, I spazz
She giving them tonsils, she gag
Project lil' bitch, she got ass
Twenty-some thousand I stuffed in my pants
I'm stiff on you niggas, got K's like the Klan
Oversized shirt ran me close to a grand
I busted my bezel, they see I ain't playing
Coming big pieces, I switch 'em
I'm rocking pointers and crystals
Icicles hitting from a distance
All off of cannabis pitching
I'm going big on you bitches

[CEO Trayle:]
And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
I was riding with all of my pieces
I was smoking on all the deceased
She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets
In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets
Chopper sing you a song on repeat
And this game for the strong, not the weak
Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week
My bitch say she in love with a monster
In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah)
I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piece
I been said fuck the peace, go outside with your piece
Two-point-five on the fleece
You can't hide in these streets
A back blocker low-key
I had dropped on Lil Z
Think he fucked up the re'
I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me

Big Ol' Backdoor, I'm treacherous, I think I'm stretching it
I was so negligent, fees in the negative
I hear the trap but I told the police I was hearing impaired (I can't help)
Fresh as fuck like it's Easter Sunday or a [?] (Yeah)
Son wanna be like me one day, I told him be better than
Wockhardt medicine, Percocet sedative
Stay getting it check to check, I get a better deal
My Balenciagas on the treadmill
Had the SEGA, my TV was too little
What would you rather, the red or the blue pill?
Them choppers start singing like Dru Hill
And we serving this shit like it's Blue Hill
[?] baby, I trap, I'm a stack fiend
Go get the racks, count it up, bring it back to you
Shooters in back of you, I was changing my latitude
If he fuck with Big Backdoor, it's gratitude
'Member back then I wasn't having shoes
I know I had to win, somebody had to lose
Didn't say, "Pass the tool," I had my own
And the bitch [?] really bad to the bone
She wanna be just like Big Backdoor, yeah, just a clone
Caught a beat, count a hundred racks, finish this song
Asking what's my cologne? I was smoking on strong

And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
I was riding with all of my pieces
I was smoking on all the deceased
She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets
In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets
Chopper sing you a song on repeat
And this game for the strong, not the weak
Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week
My bitch say she in love with a monster
In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah)
I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piece
I been said fuck the peace, go outside with your piece
Two-point-five on the fleece
You can't hide in these streets
A back blocker low-key
I had dropped on Lil Z
Think he fucked up the re'
I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me

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