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Vl Deck - Up On A Fee Ft Ceo Trayle 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 [?] (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 to [?] my TV, it was too little
What would you rather, the red or the blue pill?
Them choppers start singin' like Dru Hill
[?] servin' this shit like it's [?]
Avenue [?] 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 [?] 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