[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(Dubba-AA flex)
That motherfuckin' saxophone beat (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Talking, it’s like a different language, but I always understand that shit
Yeah
For sure
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[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad bitch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass n***a, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pussy n***a playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam’ll dot you
N***a said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this shit with out you

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
I really miss my main bitch, but I'm gon' fuck this bitch without her
Ayy, in my neighborhood like Roger, turn that boy into spaghetti pasta
All these n***as 'round me with blitz and glicks, I'm big, I don't know who shot you
Ayy, Southside, sent me to the doctor, one shot took the soul up out you
N***a, I'm a South Side repper, a exit one stepper
And double Palm Beach legend, that lil’ n***a was just an extra
I put a dub on his head, bet them n***as come catch it
I felt like I hit the lottery when I seen him on that stretcher (Lottery numbers coming up)
Ayy, I bet these n***as ain’t fucking with me, put your money up, I'll bet you
Ayy, ayy, I’m pullin' bitches, I gotta catch 'em all like Ash Ketchum
Ayy, she think I'm an ass kisser, baby, I’m a bag-getter
Nothin' like your last n***a, this might be your last n***a
Ayy, ayy, baby, put it in your mouth like it's a popsicle
They try to keep me in the studio 'cause I might pop n***as
I was the man inside my house, n***a, I ain't have no pops with us
We got cereal, no milk, I mean, dry pops, n***a
We had PB and no jelly, but now I got all the bread
And we aim for only head, told the bitch, "Want only head"
Ayy, "N***as ain't fucking with me and my brother," that's what my other brother said
I call you brother, that mean I love you, fuck with you, take off his head
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad bitch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass n***a, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pussy n***a playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam'll dot you
N***a said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this shit with out you

[Outro]
(This is the sound)