[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
(This is the sound)

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Let me find out you useless, bitch, you useless
Just mixed the Xan' bar, uh, with the juice, bitch
Yeah, this n***a named Will, uh, but won't do shit
Yeah, that n***a named Trayle, he got the crew lit
Just left the bank with them pink and them blue strips
I fucked a bitch, she got two and plus two lips
Fuck n***a tryna sink ship with them loose lips
Yeah, 5.56s got the green, .223s got the blue tips
Politickin' with my brother, he gave me new tips
Like, soon as you win at the casino cash and all the chips
Uh, I'll be dressin' on these n***a, thousand-dollar shit
Uh, get that fuck n***a up out my chair where the big boss gon' sit
Ayy, Dubba-AA done played the beat, walked in the booth and lost my shit
See this shit? He costin' shit, yeah, go plain Jane the wrist
I'll fuck a bad bitch and fuck a plain jane lil' bitch
If I see you, we gon' crash just like the planes and shit
In that thick bitch, but it's so big take up two lanes and shit
All of this temptation ain't nobody came to see you owe this bitch
They came to see me big Backdoor do it 'cause he know this shit
Yeah, I took the bitch and she been through some shit, get folded quick
Uh, I took a Xan', then a perk, then a piece of six
Had a Mexicana, Puerto Rican, some Latina shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, upper echelon, soon as I speak it, then you see this shit
Tell a fuck n***a to run, he get shot in the back like Ricky did
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just caught this bitch, she too thick, so I gave her dick
Yeah, she was suckin' it like a popsicle, I high-speed the cops n***a
You know I got will, lil' bro say Backdoor the top whipper
Ayy, ayy, back in the kitchen, the tall whip, ayy, ayy, story be changin', the plot thicker
[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, slide through the bitch like, "Whoop, whoop," yeah, make the bitch come out the panties (Dubba-AA flex)
Dubba-AA say we need a Grammy, flex on a n***a, now they can't stand me
Brand-new Maybach, this's not a Camry
Let's make a movie bae, pull out the camera
You don't wanna enter, free bro out the slammer
I screwed on the bitch, got no motherfuckin' manners
The trap door swingin', uh, I want the recipe, Backdoor Plankton
My brother a Blood, so he say, "What's blazing?"
Tryna get the chicken and sauce and the Cajun
Yeah, she sucked that dick, it's amazing
In apartments I'm kind of complacent, I used to feel like I couldn't even leave it
Stuck with the players and the packs in the basement
Straight to the top, bitch, I'm back out the basement
High-speed the cops, I ain't catchin' no cases
I hate these n***as too like I'm a racist, only wanna see all white dead faces
Fuck what you call it, fuck how you say it
Whether it be P's, 12 or the jakies
I'm gon' still run from them bitches, I'm racin'
I ain't tryna trap soft shit, fuck you sayin'?
Four-door coupe, watch it go Super Saiyan
Listen to money, like fuck what you sayin'
Go get that money, no matter the weather
Whether the winter or dry like the sand
They want the sand, you know that it's tan
Kickin' my shit, Jackie Backdoor Chan
I took the bricks and they wrapped in Saran
Fuck a lil' bitch, then get back to the plan
I don't leave the house without this, is you playin'?
Uh, yeah, uh, trapped out the spot, had to go get the patch on the land
Yeah, uh, 12 hit the spot, this shit got hot, I'm finna shoot 'til a few bodies drop
Bitch in the car, both took off the top
Six in the bar, no I can't ever stop
Don't forget addin' the Perc'
[Outro]
(This is the sound)
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Hello? It's Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)