Ceo

[Intro]
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(Y'all fuck with Dre Banks [?]) Uh

[Verse]
Told Lil Mari, "Grab the wheel," I'm shootin' while my brodie drive
He say, "Trench, why you keep spinnin'?" 'Cause I'm tryna catch the 5
Fuck the opps, we up one, we get caught, bet I won't drop a dime
Late night creepin' like I'm OVO, I got my Drac' outside
Opps be chasin' fame, can't wait to catch one, pop his ass on live
Put my trust in some fu' niggas, Lord knows I'd press rewind
Opps can't backdoor me, I cut a man and let the fully on
Tryna take my chain, gon' hear a "baow," what type of shit you on?
Last nigga tried to send a message, D-Sav hit 'em up
Moral of the story, niggas die for playin' messenger
And this KRISS Vеc' came with like forty shots, I ain't lettin' up
Last nigga spinnеd this block, like Tupac, lil' bro hit 'em up
Niggas know not to play with Lil' Rerock, bitch, we dangerous
Grandma say we belong in a zoo 'cause ain't no tamin' us
Catch a nigga dissin' on Bmoney, Grouchy flame 'em up
Steady slidin', might bounce out the Tesla with the doors up
12 just hit the lights, ain't time to fluster, left they ass in dust
Tap the trigger, do taps, that bitch went "brrah," the opps like, "What the fuck?"
Talk to me correct, bitch, I'm a real gang member
Not a rapper, I'm a clapper, I'm a real gravedigger
Looked inside my brother eyes and I could see the pain in him
Numb my pain with all this shoppin', bitch, I like Amiri denim
He be thinkin' with this dick, it ain't too hard to get up with him
Pray to Allah every day 'cause Lord knows that I'm a sinner
Four deep in a striker, we gon' spin they block inside a Hemi
We give out free smoke 'cause lil' bro say he at war with the city
Opps be mad as fuck we doin' shows and they can't get up with me
I got opps up in Dakota, I got opps up in the 'Raq
Rerock CEO, I made this shit and put it on my back
Tried to spin my block inside a Honda, left his shit on flat
Ask the Low End, I been active 'fore I ever thought 'bout rap
Get away from me inside the club, bitch, I get in my mood
Monkey in the middle, hoes get clapped for pickin' sides, you better not choose
We got many guns, this bitch look like the World War III
Ask the opps, before the V, Lil' Trench would slide and shoot on feet
Fuck a price, I shoot for free, switch on the Drac', bet the opps remember me
Bitch