Useless
Ceo Trayle
3:26Ayy can't finesse a real Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher (Produced by YodaYae) C4, I don't know no better (Just pay the guy) Ayy Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night I perform with that K Ain't got no stage fright Most them niggas I was with had to Get left 'cause I stayed right Bro inside that hole He can't even count his days right Uh, tester tasted that dope Said it don't taste right Can't finesse a real Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher I ain't playing no sports to get no letter Took one off his sweater Told the bitch I could not sweat her Mama said I better not ever I better not ever, no, I better not ever Told the bitch I could not sweat her Mama said better not ever Fucked that bitch and then I Left her, can't stay, That's not clever You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever And these hoes like paparazzi They spot me wherever And these niggas act like hoes 'cause They don't be no better He wasn't getting no Motherfuckin' cheddar, cheddar, Cheddar Fucked that bitch and found out She's a bed wetter She won't give no head, oh She actin' like she scared, Left her Clown-ass nigga That boy up on Stephen said level And I fuck your bitch, I Don't like your rap She said I say it better Play 'round, he's a dead fellow Thirty shots, he runnin' like a treadmiller Met a plug, he hit my Price right on the head, Nigga Ever play around with CEO Then he's a dead nigga Watch him bled, nigga full of lead, nigga I know your partner kind of scared But they ain't gon' say it, Nigga A real boss and I'm gon' play it, nigga Better watch your homie when your back turnt She was single, now she pregnant Now she backburnt He was broke, he finessed, now he back turnt Niggas really don't like the truth 'cause them facts hurt It's all red now, he had on a black shirt Popped that thirty ball and fucked 'til her back hurt "How you high speed all them Foreign cars?" 'Cause I'm Black, Sir Ayy, I ain't had no daddy, I'm a bastard Got these 'bows in this house, Mr baxter Ayy, I fuck a bitch until I see her tracks Sir ayy, ayy, and we can fuck But I gotta feel that neck first Uh, bitch steady askin' me my neck worth I ain't doing shit until they Clear that check first It's a Glock in here But you can call it a man purse Count these hundreds 'til my hands hurt Money over everything right now But it was fam first fuck 9-12 I seen my dog put in that damn hearse Niggas tweakin' on C4 'cause they Want a damn verse Tell all my brothers to stay Dangerous and blam first for sure My bros to stay dangerous and blam first ayy My bros to stay dangerous and blam first Ayy Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night I perform with that K Ain't got no stage fright Most them niggas I was with had to Get left 'cause I stayed right Bro inside that hole He can't even count his days right Tester tasted that dope Said it don't taste right Can't finesse a real Finesser, hundred shots, Get the stretcher I ain't playing no sports to get no letter Took one off his sweater Told the bitch I could not sweat her Mama said I better not ever Ayy, ayy, I better not ever, no I better not ever Told the bitch I could not sweat her Mama said better not ever Fucked that bitch and then I Left her, can't stay, That's not clever You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever