Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CEO Trayle
CEO Trayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Trayle Bell
Justin Trayle Bell
Songwriter
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ellantre Williams
Ellantre Williams
Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer

Lyrics

Say that road a lil bit longer when you driving on it Think that corner might get colder We put bodies on it Told him I'm tryna rob his cousin He got exotic don't it Stay to hisself He act just like he on a island don't it Bitch fuck your pussy I wouldn't want it Bitch see these pointers pointing That murder case you know I fought it My lawyer was court appointed 1 0 eighty no you can't join it He wanna catch one every morning Tell the nigga chill he still be on it Ion think he took his pills this morning Get his face carved out Bitch say she got dogged out, uh He couldn't make it tryna take it he do fraud now Tryna take, get took Soon as they give him bond he bond out Telling me bout the sweep Know you happy as hell you calmed down Nigga I came from shit Load the cartridge, let the window down Better hop out on feet Nigga we might catch him if we spin back round He can die bout his tweets Catch that body and shut my insta down When it get cold, they looking around here for C4 Waiting on a blitz from Big Backdoor Ion never start none of these beefs or shit You lil piece of shit I was using a Fendi shirt to load my blick Had to close door on my kid Can't see what daddy doing he peeking in Clean up crew on my end Mop up blood and chop off legs and shins Arms and fingers and hands Seen these niggas tryna Alpo me I peeped fore' it got too deep Nigga get wrapped up in white fuckin sheets Tshirts RIP Nigga got the head lights off coming down yo street My brother know he inherit my beef Vampire fangs on a 223 I highspeeding from the P I G's When it get dark and cold It's some shit yeen saw before And ain't no beef if that boy broke Say Big Backdoor I found some doors He a pumpkin with no nose I dun dumped a thousand lows I dun dumped a thousand hoes Change my clothes like fashion shows See this shit be fast and painless Or it's painful and it's slow See this shit not entertainment Too many demons Change the show Nigga try Backdoor on stage I'll have the demons flame the show Ay Happy Halloween 5 Sincerely yours it's Big C4
Writer(s): Isaiah Devoe, Justin Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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