Young C.E.O.

When I walk out, know I got at least a dub on me
Young CEO, my older bitches bring the club to me
This water heavy on my neck, it's like a tub on me
And then I'm married to the pape, won't get no love from me
Put the V up on my back cause I don't fuck wit niggas
Reaching for this chain I fuck around and bust a nigga
Niggas think they big and bad but it's gone always be a tougher nigga
Yea I got taxed for this new glock I ain't tryna tussle nigga
I'm riding with my lil shh shh
She love a boss
Take her shopping, she got dumb head
So fuck a cost
Fuck a price, fuck a tag nigga
We pop em off
Fuck the jakes, take them on a chase
In that cat im skirting off
Go go go go
That paper coming non stop
Got to turn the music up before I skirt off
Let the top drop
My phone on silent
Hoes will have it jumping like some pop rock
Aint ducking smoke
I'll turn this bitch into a hotbox
Been moving solo dolo got to play it cool
Nowadays they try to snake you out
Like what you tryna prove
Ain't got no opps these niggas fans
They tryna watch my move
You wanna be me
But couldn't take a step up in my shoes
Don't say we can't bring out the heater
Cause we still toting
Doing all that EPP you niggas still broke
Niggas gossiping to bitches and they still going
Acting like y'all ain't no bitches and its still showing
When I walk out, know I got at least a dub on me
Young CEO, my older bitches bring the club to me
This water heavy on my neck, it's like a tub on me
And then I'm married to the pape, won't get no love from me
Weed loud it's like a scatty pack cold started
Shawty know I'm cold hearted so I'm chrome hearted
And I be chrome hearted stepping, fucking functions up
She throwing ass up on my heater cause this glizzy tucked
Tryna ride me like a horse she screaming giddy up
I'm on my bully I might come and fuck yo' city up
If we ain't talking paper I don't really give a fuck
If we ain't talking paper I don't really give a fuck



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Writer(s): Rayshaun Thompson
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