[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah (You thought I forgot about that, didn't you?, Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah (I don't know, spin back)
Yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Spin back 'round (This is the sound)
Ayy, ayy (Backdoor)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I can't sleep, monsters up under my bed
Uh, call baby back, "Baby, I just want fire head"
Ayy, ayy, I ain't got to ask baby what her type is (Uh-uh)
Ayy, ayy, shoot 'til it click, wonder if he died yet?

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
It's the four, not five, yeah, stay right there to win a prize, yeah
Two Percs, I think I'm fried, yeah, a 10 milli' on my side, yeah
She don't want me outside, yeah, she tell me come inside, yeah
I fuck her 'til I'm tired, yеah, is she the yeah? Baby, yеah
Ball like a Piston, uh, I had strikers flippin', uh
She wan' do long distance, uh, I just want her to lick it (Uh)
Come suck it, baby, kiss it, ayy, ayy, I whip in different kitchens
I throw that like I'm pitchin', me and Doe, that's the commission
Yeah, uh, uh, plenty bitches, I GTA that mission (Ayy)
I don't need no permission, uh-uh, I load that ammunition
Yeah, uh, I just want Ben Franklin, fuck that recognition (Recognition)
Let her roll that blunt and lick it, we smokin' on oppositions (Yeah, opps)
Yeah, yeah, I can't trust that bitch, I should've followed my intuition (Uh-uh)
She said, "Four, what you do" (Do), just a trap n***a and musician (Musician)
These n***as ain't eatin for real (No), these young n***as malnutrition (Nutrition)
Big Backdoor, demolition (Demolition), I done talked that to fruition (On God)
Yeah, say she suck good dick, baby, come audition (On God)
Yeah, young n***a count the racks like a mathematician (On God)
Uh, I think I fucked a n***a bitch, out of nowhere started dissin' (Ayy, ayy)
In the spot, we treat that like a group home, we some troubled children (Bitch)
Yeah, they got C4 in the basement, he might blow the building (Blow it)
Yeah, uh, I told you n***as don't chase it, you didn't wanna listen
I was in the 'Raq thinkin' 'bout Jeff, it was me, Tay, and 50 (Them reapers)
I was in the Ham thinkin' 'bout Bam, but he didn't wanna listen (My brother)
I was in New York thinkin' 'bout Cho, goddamn, I miss him (My brother)
Taino, Taj, me and Jato, we was eatin' Kennedy chicken (Me and Jato)
In the Ham thinkin' 'bout Mike and his burgundy Crown Vicky (On God)
I saw that bitch and thought about stickin', then come out that Vickies (Vickies)
I'm tryna stack this shit to the top, I might have a pot to piss in (To piss in)
Told Dub I ain't takin' this AP off, arm out the shower, rinsin' (Shower risin')
The way I slick talk to these bitches, might be a politician (I'm talk slickin')
I'm just a slick talker (Sleep), big Mr. Shit Talker
Four (Don't fuck with me)
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I can't sleep, monsters up under my bed
Uh, call baby back, "Baby, I just want fire head"
Ayy, ayy, I ain't got to ask baby what her type is (Uh-uh)
Ayy, ayy, shoot 'til it click, wonder if he died yet?

[Outro]
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
(This is the sound)