CEO Trayle – Bit W The Fangs Lyrics

CEO Trayle – Bit W The Fangs Lyrics (feat. Gunna & Nechie)

Yeah, this bitch gon’ get bit with the fangs
She say I got too many chains
Once you cross me no need to explain
Hope you keep all that energy same
Wunna with me, no need to explain
Thirty clip hanging low like my thang
Sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained

Okay, cool, bitch, go get hit by a train
I’m tryna adjust to the fame, but I can’t
Just touchdown and we need all the drank
Ay, she such a clown, I’ma skeet on her face
What you think ’bout these bitches, Gun’ Wunna?
Yeah, I tried to front him some bags but he didn’t bring ’em back
So the business went under
I was just whipping in some shit that you tried to rent but I motherfuckin’ own one

I been gettin’ sick of these n***** keep walking up asking big bruh “Can I hold some?”
I been just hittin’ these lil’ bitty bitches then get outta there like I stole some
You know Gun’ Wunna, he a one of one, for last Christmas I got a rose gold gun
Let my lil’ shorty let her hit the Scotty, she say, “Ooh boy, you got some strong lungs”
She diggin’ my pimpin’, pull-up handle business
You could be my friend with the benefits
You said it was cap, but you turned around did the same thing
You a motherfuckin’ hypocrite
Bought a building, we passed the due diligence
Wrecked the Lamb and went right to the dealership
She go ham with that mouth and them pretty lips
She some flam but I still let her in the VIP

Yeah, this bitch gon’ get bit with the fangs
She say I got too many chains
Once you cross me no need to explain
Hope you keep all that energy same
Wunna with me, no need to explain
Thirty clip hanging low like my thang
Sippin’ drank so my voice a lil’ strained
Okay, cool, bitch, go get hit by a train
I’m tryna adjust to the fame, but I can’t
Just touchdown and we need all the drank
Ay, she such a clown, I’ma skeet on her face
What you think ’bout these bitches, Gun’ Wunna?
Yeah, I tried to front him some bags but he didn’t bring ’em back
So the business went under
I was just whipping in some shit that you tried to rent but I motherfuckin’ own one

Watch how we pull up and shoot
Sucker n*****, yeah, we got ’em on mute
Yeah, if you ’bout it, catch a body
Got some n***** who kill for a hobby
Fuck a chain, n****, we take names
Fuck around, paint your wall with your brain
If it’s beef we killin’ everything

N***** close to your name think it’s a game
Yeah, n*****, they know what I’m on
Pop shit, rock shit, yeah
N*****, they know what we doing
Stepping on opp shit, yeah
All of my opps in the ground
You can play with that dollar, yo body get found
Leave that boy right in the mountains
Booka Loc hit that boy, knock his ass to the ground

Yeah, now they talking ’bout “See C4 on one”
Baby, we sent your boyfriend on a store run
Tell ’em to bring back some ice, I don’t owe none
I get to flippin’ through channels, they seeing my face
Why you hating, lil’ pussy? Just let me be great
She see YSL posting pictures with Trayle
Now she texting my phone talking ’bout “Baby, I’m late”
Yeah bitch, you late to this meeting

Fucked you at a hotel not on my Tempur-Pedic
Plus I wrapped up the jimmy, you silly bitch, beat it
I knew you was fucking for Zelle transactions
I just listen to Thugger to make up my captions
“Oh, you know C4 he be rapping?
Yeah, did he catch a body, does anyone know?
Why he say Big Backdoor, is he cappin’?
Is that the same one from the store with the baggies?”
They thought I wouldn’t grow ’cause I don’t know who my dad is
Fill up the pillowcase with all the soap then go knock off his top, n****, there it is

And that Perky my sedative
But me and my son getting a better crib
I bet a arm and a leg you won’t do shit to me, pussy n****, I bet a rib
Okay, first you gon’ pop the seal
Then you go exotic pop, it’s the best for real
I’m happy ’bout what it is
Just because that mean Thugger and Gunna, they know the real
I didn’t take a dirty deal

I will not sell my soul, rather go back to thirty pills
Thirty-four thousand lil’ Instagram followers but forty thousand views on a reel
I wonder how Mama feel, no fuck that, I wonder how Baby 4 gonna feel
I used to be riding in the trenches with 4 Nick and Pluto, we looking for some to kill
I was with Hot post in Summer Hill
The coppers gon’ cop but we got a deal
Look me square in my eyes, say “You outta here”
Got the bricks but don’t ask how we got ’em here