[Intro: CEO Trayle]

(Flexin')

Ayy, C4 (SK808, nigga)

(Ooh, DJ Swerve)

[Verse: CEO Trayle & Kai Ca$h]

Ayy, C4C4 gravedigger

Pop a Perky painkiller

Ask the bitch if age differ

Servin' all the J's, nigga

Carti' in my chain pendant

Thinkin' 'bout makin' my chain bigger

Niggas can't find this wave without no GPS, no way

C4C4, CYN, that's TNT, okay?

A bunch of shooters with me like Golden State, uh, uh

If Kai ain't got no plate, I won't eat 'til he ate

A high-speed in a straight, wake up every morning tryna get this cake

I turned twenty-three (Damn)

Shit is stressin'

Payin' them bills, gotta boost my ethic

I can't chill, that won't cut it

Niggas buggin' tryna come for me

I done had some of the baddest bitches tryna come for me

Big old MAC-11 if niggas try to come for me

Fuck with me

Big old pipe, she seen it, now she tryna run from me

Luxury

I'm somewhere respected, I move comfortably

But if I do find trouble

40 Glock bust your bubble

I asked that bitch how much and fucked, then paid her for her trouble

Pockets on me, thigh pads lookin' like C4 worked a double

We can catch the body, but he's not worth the trouble

He would give away all our plays whenever we called the huddle

Million up in them tunnels, makin' sure shit don't crumble

I can't let no nigga invade my space if he ain't my brother

I want commas and O's and O's and O's, the shit gon' stutter

Money gon' get here fast, I'm close to mine, we look like lovers

Now I gotta get in my bag, upgrade, now I gotta switch my class

Zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero, comma

Zero, zero, zero, comma, ayy

Back door for sure, uh, trap at the store

Got Off-White 'round her throat with a Louis Vuitton tote

Me and my dawgs gon' eat, we feast at Buddakan, woah

Ride in my Jeep Sahara, ain't no Rubicon, no (Yeah)

I can't pedal backwards, give me my credit like extra classes

Niggas hold they nuts, but they gon' see me after