azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ceo trayle - go lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1]
f+cked my b+tch, congratulations, i won’t beef about it
no im gon’ keep it solid
keep it solid , ayy, keep it solid
f+cked my b+tch, congratulations, i won’t beef about it
ayy, don’t play round with my gang, i go chief keef about it
ayy, don’t play round with my guys, say, “i’m bd about it”
put that sh+t on chee, even put that on my seed
i had fun f+cking lil cree
n+gga im not no lil homie, i’m og somebody
and we dont sip green, halloween, we catch plenty bodies
you go in that room, n+gga keep ya’ silence!
wake up every morning with a .4 of hi+tec
how the f+ck c4 be so cold? he ain’t popped yet
popping these op’s, fore i leave, got my glock checked
ceo just going up, and up, and he ain’t stopped yet
b+tch i had a foreign car fore’ i had a rap check
bet these n+ggas cap with the rap, like a snapback
got the forgi’s all set, i travеl with a kel+tec
how you trap, but you ain’t took over that shеll’s yet?
do you got some p’s in yo’ trap? n+gga spot check
do you got a roll in yo pocket? n+gga not yet
i be riding low, in the 4, where the swatz at
that lil b+tch on go, get the mouth, take the box back

[chorus]
that lil b+tch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
she just wanna smoke
pop a pill, pour a 4
they call me the goat
how i live, b+tch ya’ know
me and yak on the 5th, and psycho 7th floor
[verse 2]
ask me how i do it, i don’t know, i just go
bet that n+gga wasn’t trapping, he get paid to watch that door
b+tch we really came from ramen noodles, sleeping on the floor
i was waiting on the load, but the plug was moving slow
he can feel in his veins
let me know, this that dope
we was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
call me when you deal with 4’s, zips, grams, bows
ayy, but you can’t ride with me, if you play with yo’ nose
i got so much if this music, i’ll make ya’ overdose
and this sh+t ain’t only music to me, it’s all i know
you take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
i ain’t know bro had a switch on his g.l.o
i ain’t know that that fettiball was d+mn near close to go
ayy, don’t make me call kashoutt, let the grim reaper go!
we ain’t shutting down this trap house, just cuz’ it’s moving slow
ayy, just stay by the door
n+ggas play, and b+tches play, i play it how it go
begging me, “put that gl!ck away”, i tell them b+tches, “no”!
if c4 ain’t got it all, that b+tch a lil bit slow
i ain’t really even tryna ball, just take care of my folks
ayy, until my brother pass the ball, i’m just gon’ play the post

[chorus]
that lil b+tch on go (uhh, go, uhh, go, uhh)
she just wanna smoke
pop a pill, pour a 4
they call me the goat
how i live, b+tch ya’ know
me and yak on the 5th, and psycho 7th floor
[verse 3]
ask me how i do it, i don’t know, i just go
and don’t much disappoint me
i ain’t have sh+t, n+gga i was poor
b+tch we really came from ramen noodles , sleeping on the floor
i ain’t got it, then you gotta put on them boots, kick that door

[refrain]
he can feel in his veins
let me know, this that dope
we was smoking paper planes, not no trains, not no boats
you can call me when you deal with 4’s, zips, grams, bows

[verse 4]
i got so much if this music, i’ll make ya’ overdose
and this sh+t ain’t only music to me, it’s all i know
you take mines, we pop out, we gone even up that score
i ain’t know bro had a switch on his g.l.o
keep that sh+t 1 thou wou, let the people know
ayy, don’t make me call kashoutt, let the grim repaer go
we ain’t shutting down this trap house, just cause’ it’s moving slow
just stay by the door
n+ggas play, and b+tches play, i play it how it go



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...