CEO

[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
Two of 'em
(XO think he all that)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Didn't nobody root for me, now they reposting me, bad bitches open the door for me (Chauffer me)
Talkin' 'bout a couple hundred thousand dollars, I'm cool, bruh-bruh, that's too low for me (That's too low, I'm straight)
If you fuck with the opps, stop approaching me (Don't do that)
Big AO-19 on go for me (On go)
Hundred K on my neck and it's soaking me (Wet)
CEO, I ain't got no nigga over me (Over me)
Man, these rap niggas groupies, I'm cool on 'em (I'm cool on 'em)
If we catch 'em in public, we move on 'em (We move on 'em)
Money poke out my thigh, leavе a bruise on 'em (A bruise on 'еm)
Man, them AR-15s got boobs on 'em (Got— rrt)
Word in the streets, they got money on me (Got money on me)
But if I want a nigga, I'm comin', homie (Me)
MAK90 on me, a hundred on it (A hundred)
And if 12 get on me, I'm punchin' on it (I'm out of here, skrrt)
I'm shootin' first, it ain't no second guessing (No second guessing)
Thirty-two shots gone in thirty-two seconds (Thirty-two seconds)
I'm pullin' up if I feel disrespected (Disrespected)
You stupid as fuck talkin' 'bout snatchin' my necklace (Snatchin' my necklace)
Die 'bout my reputation
Man, these niggas keep me in they conversations (Conversations)
Won't even tell me, "Congratulations" ('Gradulations)
I don't fuck with nobody, I'm masturbating (I'm masturbating)
They say that got killers, but so what? (So what?)
It's gon' be me or them, I give no fucks (Give no fucks)
I'll come to your city and go to your hood with fifty Vice Lords and post up (Post up)
Now, this ain't no publicity stunt (Stunt)
We pull up and unload sticks out the trunk
I can't fuck with niggas for nothing (At all)
I don't celebrate Black History Month (Don't do that)
I'm going straight in, like fuck a hook (Fuck a hook)
Sweatsuit and some Forces like fuck a look (Fuck a look)
I'm fed for real, free Keon (Free Keon)
Shout out CMG, I looked up to Jook (Up to Jook)
And I don't need no nigga vouchin' for me
If it's war, then it's war, I ain't squashin' nothin' (Squashin' nothin')
My lil' niggas on go, I ain't stoppin' nothin' (Stoppin' nothin')
Mini Drac' on my hip give me charley horses (Charley horses)
I was locked up, they threw shots at me (Shots at me)
Now I'm free and they wanna send cops at me (They coppin' out)
I'm a Vice Lord with boss status (I'm a boss status)
Got 'em up on they feet like a pep rally (A pep rally)
I was fucked up how they felt 'bout me (Felt 'bout me)
Kicked me while I was down, I kept at it (I kept goin')
Now I cop ice like a meth addict (A meth addict)
Yeah, I'm hard on niggas like step daddies (Boy, you my stepson)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Bread winner don
Flip from a zip off of crumbs
I'm in control of the slums
Housing authority, pack up and movin' so much 'til we don't even know where we from
Broke as a joke
We shared each other's hoes
We wearin' each other's clothes
Stood over stoves
Stood over toilets, they cut off the water and kick in the door
Get on the floor
Brought it back out and I ran it back up and I ordered a load
Christian Dior, I pre-order my clothes
Posted in Florida, I'm still on the go
Finesse said that he need to get in my face, I put on that water and got on the road
Blackballed, backstabbed, fell on my face helpin' niggas, got kicked in my ass
People I trusted ran off with money, told my ho fuck her, and got in my bag
A lot of these artists, fail to mention they love how I'm rockin', they copy my swag
Windshieldin' bricks, redistributin' glass
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermes
H and syringes, we cut on the blender and hit with the fenty, I'm still in the trap
Big booty bitch, punchin' dick in her back
Shit done got lit, I'ma stay on the gas
Don't do no arguments, goin' straight in, you get out of line, I'ma get on your ass
Pump break, car parked, hmm
Yellow tape, chalk marks, hmm
Binary issue, no regular artillery
Hop out with switches on top of the trigger
How do you cope when you know that you special, but everyone 'round you wan' play on your mental?
Shit get depressing, you know you a vet' and you don't get no credit, but know you official
Take all the pain and strain, I remember
Gangster, don't do no complainin', I'm flexin'
Take all this this away from me, won't ever change, but I bet I'll still know how to stand in the kitchen