[Intro: CEO Trayle]

Ayy

(Poseidon)

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]

Yeah, it's the criss-crosser, shit talker

Mr. Big Bosser, hit that bitch, toss her

It's a Maybach, but they think they saw a flying saucer

You better not tell that bitch shit, she can't hold water, uh

All these hoes don't be shit, I don't want no daughter

Yeah, that's why I'm Big 4, nigga, he smaller

Mr. Decline Big Offers, backdoor author

Pull a kick-door, get the dough, then say, "Forgive me, Father"

Ayy, a real forefather, he's a four-timer

A real Dior walker, and she's a don doctor

This shit the sea, I see otters

Eight and the E, jaw-lockers

In Tennessee with three boppers, I may seem proper

Yeah, he's a Percocet popper, we may need doctors

Nigga, we up these choppers, ain't no helipad

Them niggas hella sad, rich, but I didn't have a dad

Kick the door, duct tape and mask

Kicked her out, her funky ass

Know my pockets chunky, pads

Stuffin' that pape' in duffel bags

No, bitch, I ain't gon' cuff your ass

Get the chop and dump 'em fast

Big 4 can block work, you down bad

Know how that clockwork movin' fast

Don't have no outburst, watch I blast

I gave her top eight and a half

You didn't think that I would do it with your lil' hatin' ass

Yeah, nigga be tellin', don't come 'round me, that shit make me mad

Tell lil' bro to shake a bag

S560, ain't the Jag'

Empty the clip and change the mag

Ayy, them Percocets might bring me back

Bro gave me a starter pack, mama had a heart attack

I'm richer than all the kids, I don't know how to follow that

That switch let off, niggas swear they thought we bought a MAC

I pay the cost to be the boss and I be fallin' back

I call the bitch in for the head and I don't call her back

It's bitches layin' in my bed waitin' for to crack

They thought I bought some clothes, I went and bought a pack

Yeah, and then I doubled back

All my bitches love me, facts

[Verse 2: Talibando]

I'm a big-blunt smokin', gun totin', codeine cowboy

What I spent on my new kit, I swear you would've signed for (No cap)

Left the girl alone, I'm only sellin' boy, that's where the money at (Shh)

I get the bag up north and take it south, that's where the junkies at (That's where they at)

My niggas sellin' Wock' now, they really got the block hot (Hot, hot)

Shoot the chop at a nigga feet and make him cha-cha

When the beef on, pull up with all dreadheads, we rastas (What up?)

Ten milli' hit him close range, I turn his brains to pasta

You ain't never took no trips on 75, strap your nuts on (Come on)

I'll hit the 'Hound and touch down in your town with a busload

I owe it all to the custos, a hundred for small pills

I'm like fuck all this rap shit, I don't care about y'all deal (I don't)

I hope my dogs get they appeal (I do), Brothers Only, the Navy Seals

My first target your main shooter, we puttin' him on the bench (He done)

Show you this nigga bitch, show you he ain't on shit (Nothin')

The way I work the Five-seveN, they thought I let off a switch (Brrt)

My nigga want some icewear, call my money phone like Vezzo (Call me)

They say the way I whip the work, I deserve a gold medal (Skrrt, skrrt)

So I'm goin' gold Rollie, presidential (Ooh)

Shit on niggas, where the tissue? (Where it's at?)

Got a pistol shoot out missiles (Bah)

Put the SRT in sport mode, told 'em catch up with me (Rroom)

I don't fuck around with broke hoes or no broke niggas (At all)

All my niggas made men like the mafia (Yeah), touch someone, you die for real

Like a chess move, make your next move the best one possible