CEO Trayle – Dior Store (Instrumental) (Prod. By Dun Deal, Sir Poseidon & Mike Mixer)

[Intro]
I was just inside the Dior store, uh

[Chorus]
I was just inside the Dior store, uh
Ran into a bitch I don’t fuck no more, ayy
Broski got a six, I’m gon’ pour a four, ayy
How these niggas don’t know ’bout Mr. Backdoor? Ayy, uh
I was just inside the Dior store, yeah, uh
Ran into a bitch I don’t fuck no more, ayy, ayy
CEO Trayle, Backdoor, or Mr. C4, ayy
If you see an opp, then, nigga, you better score
[Verse]
I was just inside the Dior store, yeah
I’m a backdoor kicker, you know I had black Air Force, ayy, ayy
Know she gave me that pussy, I use no force, ayy, ayy
I was whippin’ up all that skrrt, I use a fork
I was just inside the Dior store, ayy, ayy
Mr. Backdoor, you look aggressive, now niggas tryna treat me special
Ziggin’, nigga keep tryna get next to
I’m prayin’ the Lord just blеss you, yeah
Money goin’ up, move around dеcimals
Promise I’m not the one you wan’ step to
I told a bitch she ain’t shit special
Ain’t even better than none of these drugs
Same old shit when I first met you
Out to get you, this could’ve been us, uh
Say C4, you hot like a kettle
A couple fuck niggas say I fell off
Inside my Trackhawk, they get hawked
How you gon’ kill a player with salt?
Any outstanding debt, I’m payin’ it off
Wasn’t workin’, I’m layin’ it off
Shit was just workin’, I didn’t even plan this at all
Stepped right into bein’ a boss, yeah
Big Ol’ Backdoor, he the kicker, you know this
Nigga bein’ a bitch, I hope you knock it off
If I’m feelin’ your threat, then I might knock it off
I was passin’ the Pau Gasol
Nigga, I want us all to ball
You on the court, you ought to ball
He switched the plays, he audible
Reload the clips and flip the car
I play this bitch, this just guitar
She say she like me because I’m tall
Told that bitch don’t speak, don’t talk
I like it shake whenever she walk
I was just inside the Dior store, go
It was a couple niggas I don’t see no more, uh
Niggas mad ’cause I’m really Big Ol’ Backdoor, yeah
Glizzy, glizzy, two Five-seveNs with green tips, of course
Uh, uh, .223s, they say, “Come here, it’s nice to meet ya”
I trapped that off the meter
Beat that pussy, Peter
This kushy, get the green jar
The lean bottles all in my car
Chinese bitch, ching-chong
Her name Min Yong
Backdoor like King Kong, rich as Steve Jobs
I fucked her, yeah, she don’t mean nothin’
She didn’t even throw me nothin’
I treat labels like they owe me somethin’
Like ever since I was young
It’s payback time, I laid the AK down
So, nigga, don’t try to run
Uh, it was just me and Dun
Nigga cross me, you’re done
Out the slums, this just red rum, all my bread and crumbs
My lil’ son, he got money comin’, let that money come
Me and this bitch, we will not fuck no more, she didn’t make me cum, it’s 4
[Chorus]
I was just inside the Dior store, uh
Ran into a bitch that I don’t fuck no more, ayy, uh
Broski got a six, I’m gon’ pour a four, ayy, uh
How these niggas don’t know ’bout Mr. Backdoor? Ayy, uh
I was just inside the Dior store, uh
Ran into a bitch that I don’t fuck no more, ayy, uh
Broski got a six, I’m gon’ pour a four, ayy, uh
How these niggas don’t know ’bout Mr. Backdoor? Ayy, uh