Rules

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(Dubba-AA flex)
That motherfuckin' saxophone beat (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Talking, it's like a different language, but I always understand that shit
Yeah
For sure
(This is the sound)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad bitch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass nigga, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pussy nigga playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam'll dot you
Nigga said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this shit with out you

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
I really miss my main bitch, but I'm gon' fuck this bitch without her
Ayy, in my neighborhood like Roger, turn that boy into spaghetti pasta
All these niggas 'round me with blitz and glicks, I'm big, I don't know who shot you
Ayy, Southside, sent me to the doctor, one shot took the soul up out you
Nigga, I'm a South Side repper, a exit one stepper
And double Palm Beach legend, that lil' nigga was just an extra
I put a dub on his head, bet them niggas come catch it
I felt like I hit the lottery when I seen him on that stretcher (Lottery numbers coming up)
Ayy, I bet these niggas ain't fucking with me, put your money up, I'll bet you
Ayy, ayy, I'm pullin' bitches, I gotta catch 'em all like Ash Ketchum
Ayy, she think I'm an ass kisser, baby, I'm a bag-getter
Nothin' like your last nigga, this might be your last nigga
Ayy, ayy, baby, put it in your mouth like it's a popsicle
They try to keep me in the studio 'cause I might pop niggas
I was the man inside my house, nigga, I ain't have no pops with us
We got cereal, no milk, I mean, dry pops, nigga
We had PB and no jelly, but now I got all the bread
And we aim for only head, told the bitch, "Want only head"
Ayy, "Niggas ain't fucking with me and my brother," that's what my other brother said
I call you brother, that mean I love you, fuck with you, take off his head

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, uh, uh, Xanax popper, uh, Percocet popper, uh
She call me Big Poppa, uh, kicked her off the roster
Ayy, ayy, me and Dubba-AA like Master P and Silkk Shocker
Ayy, ayy, bad bitch popper, tell her load this chopper
Ayy, ayy, actin'-ass nigga, uh, you should win an Oscar
Give him the "Is he dead?" kick, pussy nigga playin' possum
On Bakman I top shot you, that red beam'll dot you
Nigga said he made Backdoor, but I was gon' be this shit with out you

[Outro]
(This is the sound)