CEO Lyrics

CEO - Trench Baby

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Told Lil Mari, "Grab the wheel," I'm shootin' while my brodie drive

He say, "Trench, why you keep spinnin'?" 'Cause I'm tryna catch the 5

Fuck the opps, we up one, we get caught, bet I won't drop a dime

Late night creepin' like I'm OVO, I got my Drac' outside

Opps be chasin' fame, can't wait to catch one, pop his ass on live

Put my trust in some fu' niggas, Lord knows I'd press rewind

Opps can't backdoor me, I cut a man and let the fully on

Tryna take my chain, gon' hear a "baow," what type of shit you on?

Last nigga tried to send a message, D-Sav hit 'em up

Moral of the story, niggas die for playin' messenger

And this KRISS Vеc' came with like forty shots, I ain't lettin' up

Last nigga spinnеd this block, like Tupac, lil' bro hit 'em up

Niggas know not to play with Lil' Rerock, bitch, we dangerous

Grandma say we belong in a zoo 'cause ain't no tamin' us

Catch a nigga dissin' on Bmoney, Grouchy flame 'em up

Steady slidin', might bounce out the Tesla with the doors up

12 just hit the lights, ain't time to fluster, left they ass in dust

Tap the trigger, do taps, that bitch went "brrah," the opps like, "What the fuck?"

Talk to me correct, bitch, I'm a real gang member

Not a rapper, I'm a clapper, I'm a real gravedigger

Looked inside my brother eyes and I could see the pain in him

Numb my pain with all this shoppin', bitch, I like Amiri denim

He be thinkin' with this dick, it ain't too hard to get up with him

Pray to Allah every day 'cause Lord knows that I'm a sinner

Four deep in a striker, we gon' spin they block inside a Hemi

We give out free smoke 'cause lil' bro say he at war with the city

Opps be mad as fuck we doin' shows and they can't get up with me

I got opps up in Dakota, I got opps up in the 'Raq

Rerock CEO, I made this shit and put it on my back

Tried to spin my block inside a Honda, left his shit on flat

Ask the Low End, I been active 'fore I ever thought 'bout rap

Get away from me inside the club, bitch, I get in my mood

Monkey in the middle, hoes get clapped for pickin' sides, you better not choose

We got many guns, this bitch look like the World War III

Ask the opps, before the V, Lil' Trench would slide and shoot on feet

Fuck a price, I shoot for free, switch on the Drac', bet the opps remember me

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