lirik lagu ceo trayle - purge
[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
ayy
ayy
for sure
[verse 1]
c4 ’bout to purge, itchin’, that’s them percs
ayy, bentley hit the curb, uh, swerve, uh
reason why that b~tch won’t f~ck you, boy, ’cause you’s a nerd
i won’t f~ck that b~tch unless big c4 goin’ first, uh
i won’t sn~tch no purse
strike that check, walk to the atm, the pin code first
the business gettin’ risky, treat my bins just like my percs
ayy, that mean i ain’t sellin’ sh~t ’til i get high off this sh~t first
said they need some help, that boy c4 done gone berserk
ayy, i’m prayin’ to el chapo, i couldn’t walk inside no church
ah, ayy, i swear that n~gga got k!lled ’cause he didn’t choosе his choice of words
six feet under dirt, d~mn, that sh~t must hurt
uh, mixing, matching, see, my shoes is fеndi, but gucci my shirt
these n~ggas out here trippin’, he was just with me, they k!lled perk
ayy, say you wanna post up in these trenches, don’t be scared
ayy, i lace up these black air force 1s, it’s gettin’ hot in here
uh, what you know about c4, c4? don’t forget the last c4
my traphouse like a cash and go, in the studio off my addy rollin’
how the f~ck you say you want some smoke, you ain’t send no addy, ho?
my girlfriend asked who raised me, said myself, i ain’t have no daddy, ho
pull up, turn him to a donut off the patio
uh, then swiss cheese his ‘partments
you see that clip through my garments, ayy, ayy
how you wipe his nose so good? that must be charmin
n~gga, you know i’m trappin’ out this b~tch, ain’t got no job like tommy, uh
know i’m firearmin’, uh
don’t wan’ try me, homie
breakin’ news, it’s one more homi’
my friends dead, so they might haunt me
my b~tch ain’t gon’ talk to you, my b~tch with the saditty posse
uh, first night the b~tch, then pass her off, tell lil’ bro get her off me
[chorus]
uh, n~ggas tryna off me, uh
what’s the word with that?
n~gga takin’ somethin’ from big 4, ain’t heard of that
i’m bringin’ murder back
uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, i guarantee it’s where you’ll be murdered at
i don’t sell ‘bows no more, i serve a track
bimmer, benzo, or the track’
c4 been a quarterback
they said they didn’t order that
want some good mix, that’s like bringin’ travis porter back
and we didn’t go to mcdonalds, but we all had ordered macs
[verse 2]
get a scale, a qp, that’s the trap boy starter pack
ayy, nothin’ beat the devil but the trick, 4 started that, uh
n~gga, stop puttin’ my words on top they drip, who thought of that?
uh~uh, dead man, wonder why he can’t get his daughter back
[chorus]
uh, n~ggas tryna off me, uh
what’s the word with that?
n~gga takin’ somethin’ from big 4, ain’t heard of that
uh~uh, i’m bringin’ murder back
uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, i guarantee it’s where you’ll be murdered at
i don’t sell ‘bows no more, i serve a track
bimmer, benzo, or the track’
c4 been a quarterback
they said they didn’t order that
want some good mix, that’s like bringin’ travis porter back
and we didn’t go to mcdonalds, but we all had ordered macs
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