My Direction lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, ayy, I'm flexin')
b*tch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
(Ayy, Don, this beat dumb)
Ayy, ayy, I'm, uh, uh

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
b*tch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pus*y, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the b*tch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, b*tch, you know you played out

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
Might just hit the block with a bomb 'cause the J's out
Ayy, it was only me and Paper when I came out
C4, he be rappin', I don't be havin' nothin' to sing 'bout
Ayy, I knew that n*gga was terrified, he ain't have his chain out
I was block workin', uh, b*tch, I whip arms
Used to flip 'bows, uh, now I flip songs
You must think that I don't get no b*tches 'cause my lip long
I'm turnin' down these b*tches with the stiffarm
Tell my mama pray for me, all my brothers gotta eat
Ayy, ayy, drop the lo', he was scared, couldn't find the street
Told the b*tch that these Diors, these ain't Jordan 3s
Ayy, her mediocre baby daddy ain't affordin' these
You can't snitch on n*ggas, you might live next door to thieves
If you love me better, baby, you mean more to me
Hundred points a game if C4 shootin' from the three
Ayy, I cross the b*tch, go up, I feel like AI
Sometimes, I'm confused who to lay by
And every day, I'm with them dudes that don't play 'bout it
Paid all my dues, can't complain now
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
b*tch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pus*y, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the b*tch I'm a blessing, I might bless her
Ayy, two hundred shots, I sit him on a stretcher
You tryna compare yourself to C4, but don't measure
Boy, don't even play yourself, b*tch, you know you played out

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco]
Jeff, I made a way out
I took risks and all these chances
How the hell his diamonds dancing?
I was in the trap, I'm surrounded by these pots and pans
I got all these hundreds, I done turned my b*tch into a fancy
Trackhawk take off like a Banshee, how the hell they catch that boy?
12 wanna rat that boy, C4, he a fetty boy
Cinco he a fetty boy, Paper say he ready, boy
Ain't no limit like a tank, snuck a million in the bank
Safe deposit full of packs, I'm the captain, I got rank
Think I can, they think I can't
I'ma do it, think I ain't
Run the world, they think I ain't
New AP, I think I ain't
Overcame, I knew I would
Hundreds on me, know it's good, yeah
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
b*tch don't even look in my direction, I'm flexin'
Was gon' eat the pus*y, but she failed the inspection
I just get the face, send her straight to collection
Tryna be my bae, told the b*tch I'm a blessing, I might bless her