lirik lagu ceo trayle - story 4 baby 4
[intro]
ayy
ayy, let’s do it
1080, n~gga
trademark records ’til they hear us
(d~mn, highxlass, i need this one)
tuckin’ baby 4
ayy
[verse]
tuckin’ baby 4 into bed, i tell him stories
’bout how his daddy used to see n~ggas lackin’, take ’em out they glory
uh, n~ggas know my teammates get active
and if you knew what i know, then you wouldn’t even walk past us
this sh~t gettin’ jurassic, ayy
dumped the b~tch, she had suitcases, extra baggage
down bad on my d~ck, finna smoke the mailman for my package
high~speed, i get away, big 4 ain’t ever crashed it
bought a car and sold it, bought another car and wrapped it
see, n~ggas think they know c, think they gettin’ up on me
you been eatin’ morе d~ck than usual, you ain’t my homie
i don’t like that, how you gon’ disguise that?
whеn 4 see red, the skies black
only one n~gga survived the mac (survived that)
i just be cautious, ’cause my h~llcat loud
ap hangin’ out the window, ayy, i step out, be prada’d down
no more charter, straight to private jets, we all lay down
ayy, and my b~tch be breakin’ the rules, but 4 big dog, i calm her down
ayy, high~speed to different county
hide and seek, but they ain’t found me
ayy, n~ggas used to doubt me
she act like she can’t live without me
for clout, i ain’t never needed no n~gga to come and clout me
ate a three hundred thousand dollar shrimp and lobster on the balcony
they know they can’t beat me with this prada perseverance
dior demon, real margiela martian, can’t get near it
n~gga keep on watchin’, might get popped, that disappearance
thought he wanted smoke, he just wanna sing my lyrics
mr. backdoor kick that door, ayy, n~ggas know i gotta get that dough
pockets look like big fat joe
yeah, i f~cked your b~tch, she hit that note
ayy, every time i see a moncler demon, folks say, “get that coat”
every time i see a bad ho demon, folks say, “need that throat”
it’s a process, this wasn’t overnight
big 4 underwater loch ness, higher than a kite
c4, he just copped a drop~head through the company
my b~tch talkin’ like she take d~ck, but she still run from me
better not make me angry or better take my gun from me
i got my ass whooped, but mama still let me have company
the bad kid in summit ridge, the hood take off they gloves for me
me and highxlass, bullsh~t, i bypass
my b~tch real classy
me and boogie in a trackhawk, we do the dash
float like a b~tterfly, big c4 is cassius (muhammad)
check too big for the bank, so they can’t f~ckin’ cash this
you believe this sh~t?
just flew up the street doin’ ’bout a hundred, should’ve seen this sh~t
ain’t know where to go ’cause n~ggas ain’t a hundred, i’m just speakin’, b~tch
put me in that traphouse, i run it, n~gga, i need a l!ck
me and yak on missions, we took curly on some speedy sh~t
he was gettin’ in and gettin’ out quicker than we ever did
r.i.p. lil’ curly, take the glock up off your hip
still believe the police k!lled my lil’ n~gga, can’t tell me different
uh, make sure my brothers don’t be no victim
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