Sneaky

[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