Song: Triple XXX
Artist:  CEO Trayle
Year: 2021
Viewed: 47 - Published at: 3 years ago

[Intro]
(Shout out to YodaYae)
Yeah
Big Boss CEO
(Just pay the guy)
Yeah

[Verse]
How in the hell is you gon' X out an X'er?
Use a scale, used to stretch out the extra
Heard he was dead, he was stretched in the desert
Ayy, a pretty fine ting, that's for my dessert
Hotel, five-star, I'm with Duke in a flyin' car
They try to shoot, you ain't hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move silently at all times
I keep sellin' drugs, I keep divin' deeper all the time
Main man done made himself a couple million, stay yourself
Just be true to who you are, nigga
They keep askin' C4 how did I become a star quicker?
I just got a lot of star attributes and star pickin'
I'm ridin' with my brothers, I go swimmin' with the sharks with you
Kicked the bitch out, told her I ain't feel no spark with you
I ain't the one that's gon' start with you
Still the same nigga smoke five-dollar blunts with you
Walk your dog with you
Ayy, you shouldn't have to watch your back if your dogs with you
I told the bitch her ex-nigga must ain't have tissue
My brother my brother, Percocet I split in half with you
Do the calculations on them pounds, do the math with you
We could shoot it out with 'em, I'm with you
You know I'ma hide you if they comin' to get you
That's why I'm tryna stack this money faster
Different mamas, different daddies, daddies lovin' bastards
Yeah, I'll get you food, but you know we fuckin' after
Yeah, tell the plug to bring that faster
Spin the block with choppers out that Acura
Move, bitch, C4 walkin' through, you should be backin' up
I'ma have to leave LA soon, Baby 4 actin' up
Used to pour that Actavis, we actin' up
I don't write this shit down, this life, ain't no act with us
Yeah, niggas tryna take me under
Yeah, flew on my first private chapter all because of Wunna
Palms steady itchin' for the summer
I was ridin' double-R, she saw
Cream soda, I got lean for that right now
I can hear your thoughts, I know you plot to take me down
Hard dick for a bitch, he can get the rounds
I did 8K, motherfuck a mini
She keep sayin' she too skinny
Half a Perc', half a Xan' got me spinny
Pay all my respects in the land, now I'm winning
Tried to listen to his music, it was poo like the Winnie
I'm gon' shoot out the semi, we recruit, but not many
You Froot Loop niggas silly, bulletproof cars for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me, but these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers, mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by the plenty, I got too much, chopper lending
You an opper, then you blending
Out here with the white folks, inconspicuous, I'm blending
If I smack the shit out 6ix9ine, I'll be trending
Big Boss CEO done backdoored a Bentley
They seen Slime hug me, now they tryna get near me
I killed a nigga, I can't bring him back, that's contradicting
Thirty thousand in my pocket, I still get inside that car for a McDonalds visit
I said that check is not mine if ain't no commas in it, yeah
On that jet, too damn high, Wockiana kiss me
C4 goin' down in century, ayy
Bitches say they love how C4 kick it
When you locked up, ninety percent of them don't visit
Ayy, ayy, you say you a fan, ho, I'm quizzin'
You might have to sign an NDA, but that's just business
Ship the package, it got there like next day, yeah
Hundred shots with Baby 4 at the state fair
Play for keeps when you play with us, we don't play fair
Say your piece, I don't wanna hear it, you gon' lay there
White chalk him, see his outline
They gon' say how good he was, how it wasn't his time
But, nigga, Big Boss don't fuck with folks, I just solve problems
What's a goon to a goblin? What's a shroom to a Roxy?
What's a broom when you mobbin', in a room and I'm locked in
I'ma shoot, John Stockton, 'cause I'm through with the boxin'
Ayy, ayy, shawty said that he got the jwett
He just made 80K this week with no sweat
We just came in eighty deep with them TECs
The same nigga shoot the same nigga sign the check
The Big Boss ride the carpool 'cause the babies
I'm too high, I told a bitch that it's too late to save me
Born in '94 and in 2013, Grady Baby
What? You lil' fuck niggas need jewelry to impress the ladies?
Mind you that these the same bitches that I slut out and nut on
Her lil' bad-ass kids broke the TV, it don't cut on
Her lil' bad-ass son in the kitchen sprayin' my cologne
Don't worry, finna get this bitch cable and wifi cut on
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( CEO Trayle )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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