CEO (feat. The DayDreamers)

Put your hands up
Put your motherfuckin' hands up
All you motherfuckers stand up
Don't give a fuck if you can't come
Put your motherfuckin' hands up

Nigga, it's SlumLand
SlumLand
SlumLand
V
Nigga, it's SlumLand
SlumLand
SlumLand
V

See where the fuck my mind went
I lost it and can't find it
This nigga Flash about to get back up on his eight-mile shit
Calm
Shut up little bitch
Remain silent
I can't rock with your soft shit
It ain't violent
I'm so fucked up cause y'all got my hope fucked up
Y'all shit weak, loose bowels, keep your holes plugged up
I'll sew your asshole closed and keep feeding you and feeding you
Nigga I'll kill you, your kids, they gon' be needing you and needing you
I'm Sid Vicious, y'all can't hate that I'm nice with it
I fuck a dike so good, she forget that she like women
Lube it up, boy that pussy too small
It's tight-fitting
But I Kimbo'd that bitch in the yard
I sliced in it
I'm not your average Joe with average flows
I kick a rhyme, when flash on a roll
It's out of control
I'm not human
I just stole a skin suit and hopped through it
Just to give you motherfuckers hot music

This ain't what you want
Lord i've been giving my all but I still can't seem to break the mold
This ain't what you want
All of your niggas switched up when you stayed trill, nigga what's wrong
This ain't what you want

What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga

Niggas think they hard, they on that internet shit
I'm not the nigga to get into that with
I pull up in real life, and we can, fight or we can finish this shit
I get my blade and put an end to this bitch

Connect the dots with your intestines and my gentlemen stick
Riddle me this, how the fuck you niggas get in the mix
Y'all ain't real
Claiming you dealing drugs, you pussy so give it up
I spit on you
Fuck boy you knew what it really was
We mass murderers
Cat snatchers
Masked burglars
That burner tucked
Cats acting up
I'm serving them
I shoot at foes
Fly back to hell in my UFO cause if I got this ray beam, what the fuck I won't use it for
I'm not your average Joe with average flows
I kick a rhyme, when flash on a roll
It's out of control
I'm not human
I just stole a skin suit and hopped through it
Just to give you motherfuckers hot music

This ain't what you want
Lord i've been giving my all but I still can't seem to break the mold
This ain't what you want
All of your niggas switched up when you stayed trill, nigga what's wrong
This ain't what you want

What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga

I got some shit that make your head rock nigga
I got some shit that make your head rock
Nigga
I got some shit that make your head rock
Nigga
I got some shit that make your head rock
Nigga

Damn
Niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn
Niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn
Niggas tryna stick me for my paper
But I don't give a fuck about no hater

This ain't what you want
Lord i've been giving my all but I still can't seem to break the mold
This ain't what you want
All of your niggas switched up when you stayed trill, nigga what's wrong
This ain't what you want

What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga
What these bitches want from a nigga
Sell your soul nigga

Put your hands up
Put your motherfuckin' hands up
All you motherfuckers stand up
Don't give a fuck if you can't come
Put your motherfuckin' hands up

Nigga, it's SlumLand
SlumLand
SlumLand
V
Nigga, it's SlumLand
SlumLand
SlumLand
V



Credits
Writer(s): Avery Blondell
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