Useless lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
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[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Let me find out you useless, b*tch, you useless
Just mixed the Xan' bar, uh, with the juice, b*tch
Yeah, this n*gga named Will, uh, but won't do sh*t
Yeah, that n*gga named Trayle, he got the crew lit
Just left the bank with them pink and them blue strips
I f*cked a b*tch, she got two and plus two lips
f*ck n*gga tryna sink ship with them loose lips
Yeah, 5.56s got the green, .223s got the blue tips
Politickin' with my brother, he gave me new tips
Like, soon as you win at the casino cash and all the chips
Uh, I'll be dressin' on these n*gga, thousand-dollar sh*t
Uh, get that f*ck n*gga up out my chair where the big boss gon' sit
Ayy, Dubba-AA done played the beat, walked in the booth and lost my sh*t
See this sh*t? He costin' sh*t, yeah, go plain Jane the wrist
I'll f*ck a bad b*tch and f*ck a plain jane lil' b*tch
If I see you, we gon' crash just like the planes and sh*t
In that thick b*tch, but it's so big take up two lanes and sh*t
All of this temptation ain't nobody came to see you owe this b*tch
They came to see me big Backdoor do it 'cause he know this sh*t
Yeah, I took the b*tch and she been through some sh*t, get folded quick
Uh, I took a Xan', then a perk, then a piece of six
Had a Mexicana, Puerto Rican, some Latina sh*t
Ayy, ayy, ayy, upper echelon, soon as I speak it, then you see this sh*t
Tell a f*ck n*gga to run, he get shot in the back like Ricky did
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just caught this b*tch, she too thick, so I gave her di*k
Yeah, she was suckin' it like a popsicle, I high-speed the cops n*gga
You know I got will, lil' bro say Backdoor the top whipper
Ayy, ayy, back in the kitchen, the tall whip, ayy, ayy, story be changin', the plot thicker
[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, slide through the b*tch like, "Whoop, whoop," yeah, make the b*tch come out the panties (Dubba-AA flex)
Dubba-AA say we need a Grammy, flex on a n*gga, now they can't stand me
Brand-new Maybach, this's not a Camry
Let's make a movie bae, pull out the camera
You don't wanna enter, free bro out the slammer
I screwed on the b*tch, got no motherf*ckin' manners
The trap door swingin', uh, I want the recipe, Backdoor Plankton
My brother a Blood, so he say, "What's blazing?"
Tryna get the chicken and sauce and the Cajun
Yeah, she sucked that di*k, it's amazing
In apartments I'm kind of complacent, I used to feel like I couldn't even leave it
Stuck with the players and the packs in the basement
Straight to the top, b*tch, I'm back out the basement
High-speed the cops, I ain't catchin' no cases
I hate these n*ggas too like I'm a racist, only wanna see all white dead faces
f*ck what you call it, f*ck how you say it
Whether it be P's, 12 or the jakies
I'm gon' still run from them b*tches, I'm racin'
I ain't tryna trap soft sh*t, f*ck you sayin'?
Four-door coupe, watch it go Super Saiyan
Listen to money, like f*ck what you sayin'
Go get that money, no matter the weather
Whether the winter or dry like the sand
They want the sand, you know that it's tan
Kickin' my sh*t, Jackie Backdoor Chan
I took the bricks and they wrapped in Saran
f*ck a lil' b*tch, then get back to the plan
I don't leave the house without this, is you playin'?
Uh, yeah, uh, trapped out the spot, had to go get the patch on the land
Yeah, uh, 12 hit the spot, this sh*t got hot, I'm finna shoot 'til a few bodies drop
b*tch in the car, both took off the top
Six in the bar, no I can't ever stop
Don't forget addin' the Perc'
[Outro]
(This is the sound)
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Hello? It's Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)