[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Ayy
(Poseidon)

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, it's the criss-crosser, shit talker
Mr. Big Bosser, hit that bitch, toss her
It's a Maybach, but they think they saw a flying saucer
You better not tell that bitch shit, she can't hold water, uh
All these hoes don't be shit, I don't want no daughter
Yeah, that's why I'm Big 4, n***a, he smaller
Mr. Decline Big Offers, backdoor author
Pull a kick-door, get the dough, then say, "Forgive me, Father"
Ayy, a real forefather, he's a four-timer
A real Dior walker, and she's a don doctor
This shit the sea, I see otters
Eight and the E, jaw-lockers
In Tennessee with three boppers, I may seem proper
Yeah, he's a Percocet popper, we may need doctors
N***a, we up these choppers, ain't no helipad
Them n***as hella sad, rich, but I didn't have a dad
Kick the door, duct tape and mask
Kicked her out, her funky ass
Know my pockets chunky, pads
Stuffin' that pape' in duffel bags
No, bitch, I ain't gon' cuff your ass
Get the chop and dump 'em fast
Big 4 can block work, you down bad
Know how that clockwork movin' fast
Don't have no outburst, watch I blast
I gave her top eight and a half
You didn't think that I would do it with your lil' hatin' ass
Yeah, n***a be tellin', don't come 'round me, that shit make me mad
Tell lil' bro to shake a bag
S560, ain't the Jag'
Empty the clip and change the mag
Ayy, them Percocets might bring me back
Bro gave me a starter pack, mama had a heart attack
I'm richer than all the kids, I don't know how to follow that
That switch let off, n***as swear they thought we bought a MAC
I pay the cost to be the boss and I be fallin' back
I call the bitch in for the head and I don't call her back
It's bitches layin' in my bed waitin' for to crack
They thought I bought some clothes, I went and bought a pack
Yeah, and then I doubled back
All my bitches love me, facts
[Verse 2: Talibando]
I'm a big-blunt smokin', gun totin', codeine cowboy
What I spent on my new kit, I swear you would've signed for (No cap)
Left the girl alone, I'm only sellin' boy, that's where the money at (Shh)
I get the bag up north and take it south, that's where the junkies at (That's where they at)
My n***as sellin' Wock' now, they really got the block hot (Hot, hot)
Shoot the chop at a n***a feet and make him cha-cha
When the beef on, pull up with all dreadheads, we rastas (What up?)
Ten milli' hit him close range, I turn his brains to pasta
You ain't never took no trips on 75, strap your nuts on (Come on)
I'll hit the 'Hound and touch down in your town with a busload
I owe it all to the custos, a hundred for small pills
I'm like fuck all this rap shit, I don't care about y'all deal (I don't)
I hope my dogs get they appeal (I do), Brothers Only, the Navy Seals
My first target your main shooter, we puttin' him on the bench (He done)
Show you this n***a bitch, show you he ain't on shit (Nothin')
The way I work the Five-seveN, they thought I let off a switch (Brrt)
My n***a want some icewear, call my money phone like Vezzo (Call me)
They say the way I whip the work, I deserve a gold medal (Skrrt, skrrt)
So I'm goin' gold Rollie, presidential (Ooh)
Shit on n***as, where the tissue? (Where it's at?)
Got a pistol shoot out missiles (Bah)
Put the SRT in sport mode, told 'em catch up with me (Rroom)
I don't fuck around with broke hoes or no broke n***as (At all)
All my n***as made men like the mafia (Yeah), touch someone, you die for real
Like a chess move, make your next move the best one possible