CTE Lyrics

Ain't no coming down

It's too up

We been past the ceiling

Told bro when you slide

Drop that mask

Boo Boo Bow

We out drillin'

It's some niggas

I'm crashing out

Catch em' out in public

I'm dyin' to hit em'

Had to stop poppin them Perkies

Nowadays they lacing fentanyl

When you call me better FaceTime it

They tapping all the calls

Dicks came with extended magazines

Hol' up wait that's a pause

Told her when she in my crib

Gotta my merch and just her drawls

Nigga better stop calling the hoe

Cause she busy working them jaws

Thumbing through so many hunnits

I damn near cut my finger off

Glad Covid over

Everytime I smoke I gotta cough

FN in my pants It be Fuckin up all my Amiri's

If you shoot make sure he dead

Can't give two sides to the grand jury

I walk in the club

Them bitches know just who I am

Got a thick bitch on my lap

Ain't gotta throw ones

She ain't tryn dance

If you trynna see a nigga flash out

Call em' broke

Bitch who ain't got no bands ?

Bro should be trapper of the year

Came back in the fourth

Stole all y'all fiends

Why I let lil bro drive the Scat

Knowin' he gotta need for speed

Ain't gotta call confirm no bodies

I send the threat it's guaranteed

This bitch slid on me in her nigga car

But was crying over me

Ion' know what be in that edge control

But these hoes a different breed

Ain't no coming down

It's too up

We been past the ceiling

Told bro when you slide

Drop that mask

Boo Boo Bow

We out drillin'

It's some niggas

I'm crashing out

Catch em' out in public

I'm dyin' to hit em'

Had to stop poppin them Perkies

Nowadays they lacing fentanyl

Thought you was gangster

How you Muslim?

In that room

Working with bacon

And they know you by some nicknames

The block ain't even gave you

Niggas had to finesse out of a vid

Cause they knew we was goin' platinum

I ain't tryn go to Starlets

I like my hoes boujie and ratchet

Put my cousin on a chain

Cause that boy Mir really the rapper

I'm just filling in for bro

Cause he ain't get to finish his chapter

A lot of these niggas really bitches

They ain't tryn beef with no killers

Pussy you praying on civilians

Can't claim that body you ain't no driller

If you see that Hawk up on the side

Twelve ain't catchin' up

Copped a money counter

Almost got CTE tryn add it up

He got his bitch took

I guess she like wide body kits

Almost got his blick took

But I can't use no Hi-Point for shit

Lost the bag

Hit the trap

I had to go get it again

Too much drip fallin' off my neck

I got tears on my denim

Ion know if this bitch gon cheat

But I had to pre hit her best friend

And this shit up with us for life

Ion' care if we at a dead end

Ain't no coming down

It's too up

We been past the ceiling

Told bro when you slide

Drop that mask

Boo Boo Bow

We out drillin'

It's some niggas

I'm crashing out

Catch em' out in public

I'm dyin' to hit em'

Had to stop poppin them Perkies

Nowadays they lacing fentanyl

Ain't no coming down

It's too up

We been past the ceiling

Told bro when you slide

Drop that mask

Boo Boo Bow

We out drillin'

It's some niggas

I'm crashing out

Catch em' out in public

I'm dyin' to hit em'

Had to stop poppin them Perkies

Nowadays they lacing fentanyl