CEO Status

[Intro: CEO Jizzle]
Yeah
'bout these hoes, straight on some
Sucker shit
Sucker-ass nigga, hmm
(Tell me why you goin' this crazy, KY)

[Chorus: CEO Jizzle]
If you want smoke, just let me know, I ain't on no duckin' shit
All you niggas tender 'bout these hoes, straight on some sucker shit
If I up the glizzy off the rip, know I'ma touch some shit
I ain't missin' shit
Nigga know I keep a Glock with thirty sticks, I'm touchin' shit

[Verse 1: CEO Jizzle]
I ain't missin' shit, I ain't on no pluckin' shit
Nigga know you flodgin' with that shit, boy, that's your brother shit
If I catch you lackin' with that pole, now that's another stick
Took your shit and dress it up, now that ho got an auto switch
I ain't blankin' on no mission, every time I spin through, it's on my hip
Don't blow my phone up when I'm off the Percs, I'm with my other bitch
On some other shit, tryna plot up on a lick
She gon' get the drop, we gon' come through there and take all your shit
Now them my 'bows
Hit her last night off two Percs, now that's my ho
If you see that all-black Scat, you better get low
Killer trailin' me, Drakin' shit up out the Tahoe
You say you totin' Dracs, pussy gon' die with the micro

[Chorus: CEO Jizzle]
If you want smoke, just let me know, I ain't on no duckin' shit
All you niggas tender 'bout these hoes, straight on some sucker shit
If I up the glizzy off the rip, know I'ma touch some shit
I ain't missin' shit
Nigga know I keep a Glock with thirty sticks, I'm touchin' shit

[Verse 2: KATO2X]
Got money for the war, Double R real, I'm with the fuckery
I done shot a nigga and iced my wrist, can't say I ain't bustin' shit
Know she got a nigga, I don't even know why this bitch huggin' me
I can go anywhere dressed up, know shit gon' get ugly (I stamp that)
And we strapped, ain't tuckin' it, we pull up in shit luxury
You see me hop out Dior head to toe, I know she suckin' me
Grip Glock, we bustin' it, and I'm out, I'm bustin' it
And them straps, we bustin' it, nigga, what you muggin' with?
Foreigns back to back in traffic, nigga know we buckin' shit
Shoot like I'm McGrady, Glock I cock like Deebo, poppin' shit
We pop up if the opps in it, pick a side, who you rockin' with?
Turn the dirty car legit, can't forget that I came from shit
Nigga, I can't change for shit
Uh, that iron, still swangin' it
Two R's, I'm bangin' it (No cap)
(Shit ain't get turnt 'til the gang walked in, nigga)