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von CEO Trayle

(Big Ol Backdoor he the kicker)
(Stribb On The Beat)
(It′s Mr. Walk This Shit Down, I Don't Need No Shooter)


It′s Mr. Uh
Mr. Walk This Shit Down
I don't need no shooter
Walk down nigga, I'll do ya′
Then I switch cars & fool ya′
Who the fuck this bitch really think she playing with
Act like I never knew ya'
Niggas say that they love you
It come to that money
They go to judge and they sue ya′
Big Ol Backdoor he the kicker
I shoulda stopped kicking it sooner
Touchdown Backdoor
Oklahoma the Sooners
Taught myself I didn't need me a tutor
You tryna play with the Big Ol′ Boss
Then ima put three in his noodle
You don't know me, then do ya research
You can find me on Google
Get to cashing them checks
Then C4 pop out, toaster strudel
He don′t take care his kids and that's cool with you
That type of behavior is brutal
Know I went straight to sleep
I didn't learn in school
But just know I′m richer than teachers
Niggas coming in now tryna pay me for features
Gotta couple bitches cheering for me
In the bleachers
And she popped a G6
She be sneaking and geeking
Don′t record this shit
You know my songs they be leaking
And I ain't even thinking bout peaking
And I walked in this bitch smelling just like the gas
And you know that my clothes they was wreaking
And I just had fucked her
But I walked past her
Act like we wasn′t even speaking
Play with me it's a disaster
Cold case catcher
Making sure that we get even
Fucked her to death had to touch her
Bitch is you breathing?
Every time I talk she look at me
She leaking
Hear the growl on the Ghini′
Everybody know I'm the hottest young nigga
That′s doing this shit ain't a secret
You know I kept Victoria's secrets
And when she call, I ignore it I′m tweaking
What, yeaa
Baby come here let me talk to you
Other niggas done fucked this shit up for the P′s
But you just wait let me talk to the bitch
She'll end up on her knees
The browner the better for me
You know she gone get wetter for me
Remember when he was terrible three
I shut the trap down buried the key
It was hard, but I did it
And look where I′m at now
Have a minaj, with two of them _
But first they was checking my background
I just told her
"Baby they call me C4 and I really don't like being out much
I got shot seven times, I survived and he didn′t
Cus these niggas ain't really about much"
Can I tell you something?
When we walk in the restaurant
I′m walking in with my ski mask
Cus that's just the way I am
See a opp, catch a face shot blam
See the pussy it taste like lamb
And the bitch ass shaped like jelly
Cus that's not jam
I got pounds in here cus this my gym
When she hear my song say
"That′s my jam"
Ima fuck her too cus that′s my plan
No more doing that hand to hand
I done put baby bro in charge
Give him my cell phone
Let him just catch them plays
Before long his bankroll large
Real niggas help out real niggas
Then real niggas reciprocate boy
Said these niggas been hating
Again and again
Ima chop off the head on a rat
Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat
Once I grab on her neck
Then you know that's that
It′s a two two three in a back pack
I got beau coop cheese nigga
Work way too hard for all that
She don't give up the same energy fall back