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ceo trayle - red rum lyrics

{intro}
big ol’ backdoor take over blocks (yeah)
you can’t even say big ol’ backdoor, they know you not
no, you cannot play (dun deal on the track)
big ol’ backdoor, your burial plot (your burial plot)
ask if you scared or not (ask if you scared or not)
(poseidon, poseidon, poseidon)
ayy, uh, ayy (ayy)
big ol’ backdoor take over blocks (big ol’ backdoor take over blocks)
ayy, big ol’ backdoor take over blocks
yeah, big ol’ backdoor take over blocks
uh, ayy, ayy

{verse}
my lil’ b+tches screamin’, “redrum” (screamin’, “redrum”), get your head spun (get your head spun)
i’m tryna keep my head on (keep my head on), think i need my meds, uh (need my meds, uh)
n+gga what you scared for? (what you scared for?)
dope got my hands numb (dope got my hands numb)
thumbin’ through that check, thumb (through that check, thumb)
what’s under that stick? drum
uh, no, she can’t come (no, she can’t come), she didn’t make me cum (she didn’t even make me cum)
n+gga know that check dumb, yeah, she gon’ strip for somethin’ (she gon’ strip for somethin’)
b+tch, you ain’t nothin’ for a thousand (nothin’ for a thousand), get a better one (get a better one)
go from two thousand, three thousand, three hundred thousand, keep on pilin’ (keep on pilin’)
i’m body countin’, i was smilin’ (i was smilin’)
i’m sticked up, we was wildin’
they cl!cked up, they too childish
that b+tch p+ssy got some mileage (uh, yeah)
i’m teachin’ lil’ bro all the knowledge (all the knowledge)
no high school, didn’t go to college (didn’t go to college)
i dress myself, i ain’t got no stylist (i ain’t got no stylist)
christian my belt, tom ford trousers
i can cut the dope with my left arm
none of mine were stepped on
over my chest is a teflon
left the b+tch and i kept goin’
ayy, microphone and flames
fire breathin’, blow my breath on
them prada shoes, he got stepped on
got all my jewels on a jet gone
mad that this b+tch a trackhawk (skrrt), they get road rage (they get road rage)
n+ggas wasn’t really opp (opp), take me to the old days (to the old days)
still got the mid form (mid), servin’ all the old jays (servin’ all the old jays)
gas smokin’, n+gga, gas, you know this was propane
and my chopper sing to ’em like the oj’s (grrt)
n+gga, i was boomin’, i was bunkin’ like i’m oj (like i’m oj)
told the b+tch don’t play (play), she’ll be dead like i’m o.j (like i’m oj)
it cannot be sold, it turned yellow (yellow), it was old yay (it was old yay)
n+gga, i didn’t have no js (i didn’t have no js)
yeah, b+tches call me prada pop (prada pop)
it was 1:15 am, thought it was 9 o’clock (it was 9 o’clock)
workin’ at this sh+t, its my craft (craft), i’m just tryna pop (i’m just tryna pop)
i didn’t even set this audemar (audemar) like i can’t find the clock (i can’t find the clock, brrt)
play, you get smoked (smoked), rest in peace to pop (rest in peace to pop)
i keep the sk in this coat (k), you won’t see the doc’ (doc’)
on the boat (boat), we had to wait for these hoes, we can’t leave the dock (we can’t leave the dock)
i really thought that b+tch was better, rest in peace to pac (rest in peace to pac)
y’all ready to pick the body up, but you can see the chalk (you can see the chalk)
n+gga, i got keys to this trap, i don’t need to knock (i don’t need to knock)
n+gga, i got keys to this strap (strap), i can lock the glock (i can lock the glock)
didn’t give no f+ck ’bout my pops, might as well be one of the opps (one of my opps)
{outro}
big ol’ backdoor take over blocks
you can’t even say big ol’ backdoor, they know you not
no, you cannot play, big ol’ backdoor your burial plot (backdoor your burial plot)
ask if you scared or not
trackhawk, should i skrrt or not?
all i ever wanted was a knot
ayy, uh, ayy (ayy)
big ol’ backdoor take over blocks (big ol’ backdoor take over blocks)
ayy, big ol’ backdoor take over blocks (uh, yeah)
mm, big ol’ backdoor your burial plot (backdoor your burial plot)
big ol’ backdoor
big ol’ backdoor, yeah, yeah

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