Smoke and Mirrors (CEO Trayle) lyrics

[Intro]
Cut that b*tch off with some scissors
Its smoke and mirrors
b*tch off with some scissors
Its smoke and mirrors
Cut that b*tch off with some scissors
Its smoke and mirrors
Big box for the wizard
Don't tweak 'cause I might trigger
My house-

[Verse 1]
[?]
Pass me, n*gga, I jump the curb
152, state trooper-
n*gga, better ask yo' sons 'bout me
I don't-I don't think you heard
n*gga, it's easy to shrink a bird
n*gga, Chrome Hearts on my heart like brrr
n*gga want range, I shoot like bird
n*gga, I was in the stu' to work
You the typa' n*gga that steal her purse
n*gga, I'm the n*gga who bought that purse
You the typa' n*gga to see a raw ass underground rapper like me
n*gga steal my verse
This is why f*ck n*ggas goin', man
Screamin' all day, but I bеt I break that curse
[?] savin' you and me, I'm tryna savе me first
'Fore I sign anybody JV first
Not just anybody b*tch, I'm worth it
b*tch, I was tryna find some RP30's
[Chorus]
In my cup is a oxycodone mixture
Triple-Triple .30, clipped her
A.I. on the [?]
Had her suck the squad, then you turned around and kissed her
Its all a façade, really, [?]

[Verse]
Cut that b*tch off with some scissors
Its smoke and mirrors
Big box for the wizard
Don't tweak 'cause I might trigger
My house look like Tony Montana mansion
I got sensors
And I can't quit poppin' these Perc's, I'm not no quitter
n*gga, I really f*cked that b*tch
But we didn't go to dinner
I don't like how she suck that di*k
That b*tch is a beginner
I might just let her suck that di*k but I won't ever kiss her
n*gga, you work for free, you don't get paid
Sound like a intern
n*gga, I feel like Usher
[?]
Me 'n big folks caught two new bodies
'Cause these n*ggas didn't learn
And if one of these pus*y n*ggas ever try to tweak
I put them in a urn
n*ggas ain't on my high speed chase with me
So it ain't his concern
Don't play with me
[Outro]
Cookin' dope just calm my nerves
Big box for deliver
Picked up my phone and copped the syrup
First they [?] chop that boy
And then they put him under dirt
Baby, I won't even call you b*tch
I might call you another word
Keep dough, drop down guns on n*ggas
Like, b*tch don't say another word
And I don't even think I'm high no more, I need another Perc'