Statements lyrics

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CEO Trayle



[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Turn this motherf*cker up, Drum)
Yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
Yeah
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[Chorus: PG RA]
I'm goin' state to state, I don't make no statements
Millionaire status still pendin', I got pendin' cases
I seen n*ggas die for it, I seen n*ggas chase it
And I don't know what else to do but go back to the basics

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, ayy, one hundred one shots like the Dalmatians (Like the Dalmatians)
Yeah, f*ck is y'all sayin'?
What I can't bet the guap can, pay the b*tch she called in
And my cup still lookin' dark, damn (Damn), I'm finna spin this car around
My plug told me to call him, he think all this rap sh*t a scam
He used to think this sh*t was fun, now this sh*t just slowin' me down
Ayy, ayy, a hundred P's just flew in town, I'm Harriеtt Tubman underground
It was me and my twin, but they ain't wan' lеt us in, so Backdoor kicked it down
Ayy, ayy, these n*ggas, they really be pus*y anyway and unoriginal
These b*tches still give me pus*y anyway, even though n*ggas salt me down
Lil' cuz say he want bank accounts (Uh-huh), my other lil' cuz top rankin' now
Ayy, ayy, belt, n*gga, we spankin' now
Ayy, and that two hundred shots what's shakin' now (Uh-huh)
I hold my Glock I'm layin' down
Thinkin' 'bout when I was takin' pounds
[Chorus: PG RA]
I'm goin' state to state, I don't make no statements (Come on)
Millionaire status still pendin', I got pendin' cases (Uh)
I seen n*ggas die for it, I seen n*ggas chase it (Chase it)
And I don't know what else to do but go back to the basics (Uh)

[Verse 2: PG RA]
I slide in bulletproof, we move just like the Navy (Like the Navy)
All my grown hoes call me cute say I look like a baby (Bah)
I gotta watch how lil' bro move, I know he got that Dracy (Dracy)
If he let this big b*tch loose, gon' have 'em Harlem shakin' (Come on)
I pull them racks up out the safe, they say they thought I made it (Thought I made it)
I was just stackin' the bacon (Uh)
Got the pent, I was playin' it crazy (f*ck)
Talk slick, then I'm turnin' it vacant (Ah)
Hop out with that cutter and make it stutter, I bet it look like they was racin' (I bet it look like they was racin')
The switchy move way too fast, I ain't have a reason to chase 'em (Come on)
You talkin' 'bout stackin' this cash or gettin' these bags, then we can be makin' it shake then (Shake then)
Money Man when I'm comin' to weigh in (Yeah)
Show a n*gga I ain′t nothin' to play with (f*ck 'em)
I think he prolly mad 'cause he ain't shinin', but you ain't been puttin' your days in (Uh-uh)
Hit the trap if you can't get it right (f*ck)
Get a box and go boss up your life (Bah, bah, bah)

[Chorus: PG RA]
I'm goin' state to state, I don't make no statements
Millionaire status still pendin', I got pendin' cases
I seen n*ggas die for it, I seen n*ggas chase it
And I don't know what else to do but go back to the basics
[Outro]
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