Up on a Fee

Lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle] Yeah I was still gettin' packs with the pastor Can you get rid of this a lil' faster? In this trap, I done earned me a masters [Chorus: CEO Trayle] And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded I was ridin' with all of my pieces I was smokin' on all the deceased She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets Chopper sing you a song on repeat And this game for the strong, not the weak Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week My bitch say she in love with a monster In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah) I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piеce I been said fuck the peacе, go outside with your piece Two-point-five on the fleece You can't hide in these streets A back blocker low-key I had dropped on Lil Z Think he fucked up the re' I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me [Verse 1: VL Deck] Huh, I can get fresh out my closet I stay in Dolce, I model I'm bustin' bales and I'm sweepin' the carpet Stuck in the trap, ain't no way I can stop it Both of my rifles, no need for the cockin' it I'm known for the sheep and I move like assassin I am a creep in the Jeep, I'm a monster Stick to the code and I live like a mobster And I got paid off of crime Sponsor the guns for the slime I'm a big stepper, I'm tall like a giant Diamonds on me off of pressure applied And .223 cool, press buttons and you dyin' You can get smacked with your rock like you Plies I get you stripped like you dance Geekin' off Addies, I spazz She givin' them tonsils, she gag Project lil' bitch, she got ass Twenty-some thousand I stuffed in my pants I'm stiff on you niggas, got K's like the Klan Oversized shirt ran me close to a grand I busted my bezel, they see I ain't playin' Comin' big pieces, I switch 'em I'm rockin' pointers and crystals Icicles hittin' from a distance All off of cannabis pitchin' I'm goin' big on you bitches [Chorus: CEO Trayle] And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded I was ridin' with all of my pieces I was smokin' on all the deceased She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets Chopper sing you a song on repeat And this game for the strong, not the weak Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week My bitch say she in love with a monster In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah) I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piece I been said fuck the peace, go outside with your piece Two-point-five on the fleece You can't hide in these streets A back blocker low-key I had dropped on Lil Z Think he fucked up the re' I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me [Verse 2: CEO Trayle] Big Ol' Backdoor, I'm treacherous, I think I'm stretchin' it I was so negligent, fees in the negative I hear the trap but I told the police I was hearing impaired (I can't help) Fresh as fuck like it's Easter Sunday or a [?][2:23] (Yeah) Son wanna be like me one day, I told him be better than Wockhardt medicine, Percocet sedative Stay gettin' it check to check, I get a better deal My Balenciagas on the treadmill Had the SEGA, my TV was too little What would you rather, the red or the blue pill? Them choppers start singin' like Dru Hill And we servin' this shit like it's Blue Hill [?][2:40] baby, I trap, I'm a stack fiend Go get the racks, count it up, bring it back to you Shooters in back of you, I was changin' my latitude If he fuck with Big Backdoor, it's gratitude 'Member back then I wasn't havin' shoes I know I had to win, somebody had to lose Didn't say, "Pass the tool," I had my own And the bitch [?][2:56] really bad to the bone She wanna be just like Big Backdoor, yeah, just a clone Caught a beat, count a hundred racks, finish this song Askin' what's my cologne? I was smokin' on strong [Chorus: CEO Trayle] And my neck and my wrist, it was flooded I was ridin' with all of my pieces I was smokin' on all the deceased She a squirter, fucked up all my sheets In the Ghost, but we didn't need the sheets Chopper sing you a song on repeat And this game for the strong, not the weak Five thousand P's, got 'em gone in a week My bitch say she in love with a monster In the streets, know I roam like a beast (Yeah) I go Big Ol' Backdoor on the piece I been said fuck the peace, go outside with your piece Two-point-five on the fleece You can't hide in these streets A back blocker low-key I had dropped on Lil Z Think he fucked up the re' I went back to the plug, he went up on the fee So I had to backdoor it, these niggas know me