CEO Trayle – U Made It Hard (Instrumental) (Prod. By $TRIBB)

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CEO Trayle – U Made It Hard (Instrumental)
(Produced By B Stribb)

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U Made It Hard Lyrics by CEO Trayle

[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)

[Chorus]
Yeah, they say this shit was supposed to be easy, but you made it hard
She probably got a couple purses, but she played her part
Yeah, they just got the okay from me to spray his dogs
I was just dancin’ with the devil, so I played the dog
We ain’t comin’ out at day, Amiris hold my Glock, we skate
I’m sorry for this wait
Yeah, plug just came, dropped off this load, said, “Sorry for this weight”
Yeah, it was just me and my lil’ boy, been countin’ this shit all day
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, hold your Glocks in the air, shoot a nigga if he stare
Nigga can’t tell me shit, he wasn’t there
Yeah, I’ma shoot for myself
Ayy, it was quiet, did this shit likе Steph
Thirty them shots like Stеph
Ayy, nigga, don’t worry about Big Boss C4, nigga better try protect hisself
Ayy, ayy, nigga, this shit too easy, uh, nigga, this shit too easy, uh
Nigga, we get too greasy
Ayy, I was in the Hellcat pullin’ on Bleveland
Ayy, I done did all this, you wouldn’t believe it
Ayy, and if I up this, you wouldn’t’ve seen it
Gang finna come beat down his block, then double back, this shit the remix
Ayy, I was just Big Boss Backdoor kickin’ it
Ayy, I don’t even trust this nigga, he fidgetin’
Ayy, and if she ain’t fuck me, no biggity
And if she did fuck me, she sick of me
You must’ve thought I ain’t have my blick on me
Ayy, shoot ’til it’s crickets, but ain’t no Jiminy
Ayy, and I ain’t feelin’ this bitch, she feelin’ me
Ayy, pussy-ass niggas still tryna get rid of me, 4

[Chorus]
Yeah, they say this shit was supposed to be easy, but you made it hard
She probably got a couple purses, but she played her part
Yeah, they just got the okay from me to spray his dogs
I was just dancin’ with the devil, so I played the dog
I don’t give a fuck how you feel ’bout the world, this shit is ours
Ayy, you know niggas be bad for business, get that shit dissolved
I don’t give a fuck about no image, nigga, I been the boss
[Verse 2]
Nigga, this AMG got twin exhaust
Ayy, yeah, I rap, but I spinned of course
Ayy, she suck dick until she get hoarse
If you need to clique up, that mean you lost
Ayy, unc’ was supposed to give me his Porsche
They was just posted with me in them wards
My shoulder, my pants think was Lé Wuz
That new motherfucker only got two doors
Nigga know my crib got two backdoors
Me and my crib, we live by codes
He thought it was in, but he got Zoed
Nigga ain’t my friend, tryna beef ’bout hoes
Nigga, me and my brothers goin’ in on ‘bows
First L, dropped four, now Fendi my clothes
Nigga backdoored him, nigga backdoored them
Nigga, I’ma keep backdoorin’ ’til I get old
Ayy, I was the first kicker, you remember?
Tried do a stickup, we ain’t get him
Went to his location, I remember
Ayy, Backdoor been kicked since the beginning
Popped out, twin Glocks, so we twinning
Opped out, kick rocks ‘fore I kill him
Ayy, hanging the dead bodies from the ceiling
Ayy, 4 make a real riot in the prison
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