CEO Trayle – Cut Off The Head (Instrumental) (Prod. By Spiffy Global)

[Intro]
(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up, this nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord, you tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in my eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin’ at the store and he got killed for playin’ tough, uh
Finna get some tea soon as I’m done weighing her, uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here, so where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin’ opps without the boxing gloves
[Verse]
Nigga, my city super treacherous, so tell me who I trust, uh
They was actin’ crazy, I had my tooly on the bus
Ayy, my Pеrc 30 had dropped and then my thirty clip got upped
Bang, bang, nigga, just likе Chief Keef, I’m blowin’ up
Uh, you ain’t gang gang, you can’t get in
Ayy, I don’t want no threesome, but you still can bring a friend
Ayy, I had to pay some extra for my Cuban to get in
I woke up and made a pocket, free my niggas in the bin
Ayy, when it come to this street shit, you ain’t got no friends
When it come down to this beef shit, I might kill again
Ayy, on that car, we shoot like three blicks and double back again
He ain’t get far, police ain’t see shit, I’m gone in the wind
Bitch, I might hurt your feelings, I don’t want no dealings
Came from the trenches with the drug dealers and killers
I ain’t listen to authority, they labeled me a villain
Middle finger to authority, and if I see that opp, I just might kill him
Ayy, ayy, and I got that Cuban straight from GMoney the jeweler
I didn’t go to school like Mr. C4 Ferris Bueller
Uh, uh, switch cars and then I fool ya

[Chorus]
Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up, this nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord, you tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in my eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lackin’ at the store and he got killed for playin’ tough, uh
Finna get some tea soon as I’m done weighing her, uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here, so where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxin’ opps without the boxing gloves