ceo jizzle – ceo status lyrics
[intro: ceo jizzle]
yeah
’bout these hoes, straight on some
sucker sh+t
sucker+ass n+gga, hmm
(tell me why you goin’ this crazy, ky)
[chorus: ceo jizzle]
if you want smoke, just let me know, i ain’t on no duckin’ sh+t
all you n+ggas tender ’bout these hoes, straight on some sucker sh+t
if i up the glizzy off the rip, know i’ma touch some sh+t
i ain’t missin’ sh+t
n+gga know i keep a glock with thirty sticks, i’m touchin’ sh+t
[verse 1: ceo jizzle]
i ain’t missin’ sh+t, i ain’t on no pluckin’ sh+t
n+gga know you flodgin’ with that sh+t, boy, that’s your brother sh+t
if i catch you lackin’ with that pole, now that’s another stick
took your sh+t and dress it up, now that ho got an auto switch
i ain’t blankin’ on no mission, every time i spin through, it’s on my hip
don’t blow my phone up when i’m off the percs, i’m with my other b+tch
on some other sh+t, tryna plot up on a l!ck
she gon’ get the drop, we gon’ come through there and take all your sh+t
now them my ‘bows
hit her last night off two percs, now that’s my ho
if you see that all+black scat, you better get low
k!ller trailin’ me, drakin’ sh+t up out the tahoe
you say you totin’ dracs, p+ssy gon’ die with the micro
[chorus: ceo jizzle]
if you want smoke, just let me know, i ain’t on no duckin’ sh+t
all you n+ggas tender ’bout these hoes, straight on some sucker sh+t
if i up the glizzy off the rip, know i’ma touch some sh+t
i ain’t missin’ sh+t
n+gga know i keep a glock with thirty sticks, i’m touchin’ sh+t
[verse 2: kato2x]
got money for the war, double r real, i’m with the f+ckery
i done shot a n+gga and iced my wrist, can’t say i ain’t bustin’ sh+t
know she got a n+gga, i don’t even know why this b+tch huggin’ me
i can go anywhere dressed up, know sh+t gon’ get ugly (i stamp that)
and we strapped, ain’t tuckin’ it, we pull up in sh+t luxury
you see me hop out dior head to toe, i know she suckin’ me
grip glock, we bustin’ it, and i’m out, i’m bustin’ it
and them straps, we bustin’ it, n+gga, what you muggin’ with?
foreigns back to back in traffic, n+gga know we buckin’ sh+t
shoot like i’m mcgrady, glock i c+ck like deebo, poppin’ sh+t
we pop up if the opps in it, pick a side, who you rockin’ with?
turn the dirty car legit, can’t forget that i came from sh+t
n+gga, i can’t change for sh+t
uh, that iron, still sw+ngin’ it
two r’s, i’m bangin’ it (no cap)
(sh+t ain’t get turnt ’til the gang walked in, n+gga)
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