[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, go (Dubba-AA flex)
I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this bitch, in the back of the 'Bach of this bitch, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I'm in the back of the 'Bach with a stick, in the back of the 'Bach with this bitch, yeah
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[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Uh, yeah, I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this bitch, in the back of the 'Bach with the bitch, yeah
I was just talkin' 'bout hits with the jits, say lil' bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
Backdoor'll black when he pass on the bitch and that bitch, who she arguin' with? Yeah
Tired of the all the Samarian shit, finna get that shit, Audamars, Jeep, yeah

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
My mama said don't call my phone 'cause when I'm on the phone it's a blitz, yeah
Trackhawk, I'm takin' off on the crackers so much that I'm callin' 'em Ritz, yeah
Maybach painted it black with the black on the black, so dark in this bitch
Yeah, I poured up Quagen, no pie, I pour Tris, I want my cup lookin' dark in this bitch, yeah
I don't really like that light-skinned bitch, want me some darker lil' shit
Bitch silent, she underwater suckin' that dick, look at her gargle and shit, yeah
See this shit clear, Gucci goggle and shit, you don't want that bitch 'cause we be swappin' spit
When Dubba-AA shake his head, know it's a hit
N***a play with the game, then he know it's a hit
Brrt, my phone still chirpin', ayy, I'm on the Washington Road still workin'
Jay-Z, Washington Road on the person
I don't wanna talk to the bitch, I want Perkies
Bitch, what you bring to the table? Your purpose?
Don't fuck with him 'cause that shit'll resurface
Me and my bitch count the chicken like churches
And me and my jit in the car singin' verses
Yeah, he know his daddy a rapper., smacker, trapper, bad bitch clapper (Yeah)
High-speedin', 12 got 'em callin' for backup (Ayy)
I don't want that bitch, tell that lil' bitch to back up
Hit the bitch off the Perkies and mack her
I show goner, so nothin' don't matter
I eat the bitch, put the bitch on a platter
On the block with my Js, hundred shots for the jackers
Uh, yeah, yeah, she said, "Take your vitamins, bae"
Ayy, fuck that n***a. I ain't like him, no way
Put the bread on his head, bet they found him today
It's the big old Backdoor in this bitch, Dubba-AA
I can't listen to what the lil' bitch tryna say
Hit the bitch, dropped her off and I caught me a play
If you lookin' for folks, then the folks with the Js, folk
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Uh, yeah, I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this bitch, in the back of the 'Bach with the bitch, yeah
I was just talkin' 'bout hits with the jits, say lil' bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
Backdoor'll black when he pass on the bitch and that bitch, who she arguin' with? Yeah
Tired of the all the Samarian shit, finna get that shit, Audamars, Jeep, yeah

[Outro]
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