CEO Trayle – Story 4 Baby 4 Lyrics
Artist: CEO Trayle
Song: Story 4 Baby 4
Ayy
Ayy, let’s do it
1080, n#gg#
Trademark Records ’til they hear us
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one)
Tuckin’ Baby 4
Ayy
Tuckin’ Baby 4 into bed, I tell him stories
‘Bout how his daddy used to see n#gg#s lackin’, take ’em out they glory
Uh, n#gg#s know my teammates get active
And if you knew what I know, then you wouldn’t even walk past us
This sh#t gettin’ Jurassic, ayy
Dumped the b#tch, she had suitcases, extra baggage
Down bad on my dick, finna smoke the mailman for my package
High-speed, I get away, Big 4 ain’t ever crashed it
Bought a car and sold it, bought another car and wrapped it
See, n#gg#s think they know C, think they gettin’ up on me
You been eatin’ more dick than usual, you ain’t my homie
I don’t like that, how you gon’ disguise that?
When 4 see red, the skies black
Only one n#gg# survived the MAC (Survived that)
I just be cautious, ’cause my Hellcat loud
AP hangin’ out the window, ayy, I step out, be Prada’d down
No more charter, straight to private jets, we all lay down
Ayy, and my b#tch be breakin’ the rules, but 4 big dog, I calm her down
Ayy, high-speed to different county
Hide and seek, but they ain’t found me
Ayy, n#gg#s used to doubt me
She act like she can’t live without me
For clout, I ain’t never needed no n#gg# to come and clout me
Ate a three hundred thousand dollar shrimp and lobster on the balcony
They know they can’t beat me with this Prada perseverance
Dior demon, real Margiela martian, can’t get near it
n#gg# keep on watchin’, might get popped, that disappearance
Thought he wanted smoke, he just wanna sing my lyrics
Mr. Backdoor kick that door, ayy, n#gg#s know I gotta get that dough
Pockets look like big fat Joe
Yeah, I f#cked your b#tch, she hit that note
Ayy, every time I see a Moncler demon, folks say, “Get that coat”
Every time I see a bad ho demon, folks say, “Need that throat”
It’s a process, this wasn’t overnight
Big 4 underwater Loch Ness, higher than a kite
C4, he just copped a drop-head through the company
My b#tch talkin’ like she take dick, but she still run from me
Better not make me angry or better take my gun from me
I got my #ss whooped, but mama still let me have company
The bad kid in Summit Ridge, the hood take off they gloves for me
Me and Highxlass, b#llsh#t, I bypass
My b#tch real classy
Me and Boogie in a Trackhawk, we do the dash
Float like a butterfly, Big C4 is Cassius (Muhammad)
Check too big for the bank, so they can’t f#ckin’ cash this
You believe this shit?
Just flew up the street doin’ ’bout a hundred, should’ve seen this sh#t
Ain’t know where to go ’cause n#gg#s ain’t a hundred, I’m just speakin’, b#tch
Put me in that traphouse, I run it, n#gg#, I need a lick
Me and Yak on missions, we took Curly on some speedy sh#t
He was gettin’ in and gettin’ out quicker than we ever did
R.I.P. lil’ Curly, take the Glock up off your hip
Still believe the police killed my lil’ n#gg#, can’t tell me different
Uh, make sure my brothers don’t be no victim
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Release Year: 2020