Gunsmoke Town

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah
(Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I'm just tryna keep doin' what I be doin' at the end of the day anyway
There's not really too many niggas out here that's solid
And, no, I don't feel like no rapper
No, I never do
I wish I could
(This is the sound)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I cut out bullshit, I respect real shit
Car got a kill switch, Drac' with a kill switch
Do you really think I need a Drake verse or some Kendrick shit?
Do you really think I need that bad bitch or a badder bitch?

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
I was tryna go and get a box of bricks, Xanax box some shit
Niggas be schemin', tryna get rich quick, ayy, I'd rather work for this
Dugg said, "Let's finish it up," nigga, I popped two Percs for this
Piss in that bottle, nah, I can't miss, a chemist mixin' the medicine
When it rains it pours and niggas get drenched, cold water open my pores and shit
You was gon' cross me, I saw that shit from a mile away
Nigga go broke, then I'll go buy me a brick and go find a play
Ayy, Dubba-AA, know, nigga, I appreciate you and everything you say
A nigga ever shoot at you, I'm shootin', that's the only way
Ayy, late nights, nigga, in the studio, I'm booted, just me and KK
Backdoor the grenade, I'm ready to pull this pin, nigga, just stay safe
Nigga, Backdoor TNT, if I like this shit, nigga, just stay safe
Ayy, get all the goofy niggas out the way, pocket watching bitches out the way
Told that bitch I was on the way, but bitch, I ain't on the way
Late night in the back was May, one-fifty on the e-way
Bitch starin' at me all in my eyes, I'm Lamar Jackson, finna run the play
I get me another Maybach 'cause Forgis goin' today
Uh, an orgy was goin' on 'round my way, that's ten bitches tryna play
And I came through the back door, I don't know what the front door look like to this day
Ayy, ayy, three hoes, C4 Santa Claus, I bet they hop in the sleigh
I give Yak a hundred thousand, I know he'll be fuckin' it up next day
Ayy, my friend, know he just got his date
I'll take two bad bitches on a date
All these bitches bad 'cause I don't date
And my pockets fat, ain't been eatin' cake
And if you a rat, nigga, stay away
Glock 19 with switch in place
Ayy, I wanted to be the dope boy, I turned myself to the dope man
I know you can do what the Four can
Nigga OD'd, so I hit him with Narcan
Goin' to war, Backdoor, he a Spartan
It's not unusual like cartoon
And this white bitch wanna get spray tanned
Ass so fat, you would think she was Black, damn
Uh, yeah, I was drownin' underwater, Dubba-AA pulled me out
Yeah, them my niggas, tryna talk to Four, they hit the jack right now
Bitch, you a five or six at best, pipe all that lil' shit down
Yeah, yeah, I'm ridin' dolo, me and Draco through the gun smoke town

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I cut out bullshit, I respect real shit
Car got a kill switch, Drac' with a kill switch (This is the sound)
Do you really think I need a Drake verse or some Kendrick shit? (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Do you really think I need that bad bitch or a badder bitch?

[Outro: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, do you really think I need that bad bitch or a badder bitch?