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letra de up on a fee - vl deck & ceo trayle

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah
i was still gettin’ packs with the pastor
can you get rid of this a lil’ faster?
in this trap, i done earned me a masters

[chorus: ceo trayle]
and my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
i was ridin’ with all of my pieces
i was smokin’ on all the deceased
she a squirter, f-cked up all my sheets
in the ghost, but we didn’t need the sheets
chopper sing you a song on repeat
and this game for the strong, not the weak
five thousand p’s, got ’em gone in a week
my b-tch say she in love with a monster
in the streets, know i roam like a beast (yeah)
i go big ol’ backdoor on the piеce
i been said f-ck the peacе, go outside with your piece
two-point-five on the fleece
you can’t hide in these streets
a back blocker low-key
i had dropped on lil z
think he f-cked up the re’
i went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
so i had to backdoor it, these n-ggas know me
[verse 1: vl deck]
huh, i can get fresh out my closet
i stay in dolce, i model
i’m bustin’ bales and i’m sweepin’ the carpet
stuck in the trap, ain’t no way i can stop it
both of my rifles, no need for the c-ckin’ it
i’m known for the sheep and i move like assassin
i am a creep in the jeep, i’m a monster
stick to the code and i live like a mobster
and i got paid off of crime
sponsor the guns for the slime
i’m a big stepper, i’m tall like a giant
diamonds on me off of pressure applied
and .223 cool, press b-ttons and you dyin’
you can get smacked with your rock like you plies
i get you stripped like you dance
geekin’ off addies, i spazz
she givin’ them tonsils, she gag
project lil’ b-tch, she got ass
twenty-some thousand i stuffed in my pants
i’m stiff on you n-ggas, got k’s like the klan
oversized shirt ran me close to a grand
i busted my bezel, they see i ain’t playin’
comin’ big pieces, i switch ’em
i’m rockin’ pointers and crystals
icicles hittin’ from a distance
all off of cannabis pitchin’
i’m goin’ big on you b-tches
[chorus: ceo trayle]
and my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
i was ridin’ with all of my pieces
i was smokin’ on all the deceased
she a squirter, f-cked up all my sheets
in the ghost, but we didn’t need the sheets
chopper sing you a song on repeat
and this game for the strong, not the weak
five thousand p’s, got ’em gone in a week
my b-tch say she in love with a monster
in the streets, know i roam like a beast (yeah)
i go big ol’ backdoor on the piece
i been said f-ck the peace, go outside with your piece
two-point-five on the fleece
you can’t hide in these streets
a back blocker low-key
i had dropped on lil z
think he f-cked up the re’
i went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
so i had to backdoor it, these n-ggas know me

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
big ol’ backdoor, i’m treacherous, i think i’m stretchin’ it
i was so negligent, fees in the negative
i hear the trap but i told the police i was hearing impaired (i can’t help)
fresh as f-ck like it’s easter sunday or a [?] (yeah)
son wanna be like me one day, i told him be better than
wockhardt medicine, percocet sedative
stay gettin’ it check to check, i get a better deal
my balenciagas on the treadmill
had to [?] my tv, it was too little
what would you rather, the red or the blue pill?
them choppers start singin’ like dru hill
[?] servin’ this sh-t like it’s [?]
avenue [?] baby, i trap, i’m a stack fiend
go get the racks, count it up, bring it back to you
shooters in back of you, i was changin’ my latitude
if he f-ck with big backdoor, it’s gratitude
‘member back then i wasn’t havin’ shoes
i know i had to win, somebody had to lose
didn’t say, “pass the tool,” i had my own
and the b-tch [?] really bad to the bone
she wanna be just like big backdoor, yeah, just a clone
caught a beat, count a hundred racks, finish this song
askin’ what’s my cologne? i was smokin’ on strong
[chorus: ceo trayle]
and my neck and my wrist, it was flooded
i was ridin’ with all of my pieces
i was smokin’ on all the deceased
she a squirter, f-cked up all my sheets
in the ghost, but we didn’t need the sheets
chopper sing you a song on repeat
and this game for the strong, not the weak
five thousand p’s, got ’em gone in a week
my b-tch say she in love with a monster
in the streets, know i roam like a beast (yeah)
i go big ol’ backdoor on the piece
i been said f-ck the peace, go outside with your piece
two-point-five on the fleece
you can’t hide in these streets
a back blocker low-key
i had dropped on lil z
think he f-cked up the re’
i went back to the plug, he went up on the fee
so i had to backdoor it, these n-ggas know me

- vl deck ceo trayle

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