CEO of VIP ft. Yung Cavity & Lil Sw0L Boi Lyrics

(Yo Sinato, Sinato)

(Lil Asswipe)

I got

Ten baddies on my jet plane

I got sick raps cause I'm insane I don't play

Got sauce like I'm Chic-fil-a

Don't be coming cause I'm closed up on a Sunday

(Sexy)

I twist it, I hit it so call me a bop it

Fucking yo bitch so we making a profit

Making it rain so I empty my pockets

Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit

Went to the doctor got the script

For that juice and gin

LBC

Compton on the map again

Baby girl who's your friend?

I do you both in my car then we'll do it again

Got that old school rap medley

Coming at your face

Nine to your chin

Leave your brains all over the place

Kicking it old school

With some old fools

Grabbing gats, sipping yack yeah, talk to em'

You done pissed off the hip hop Don Chris Wallace

Rhymes is flawless

In the clubs ladies braless

Strapping gats cause my dudes is lawless

Yeah we went to court so that they drop all the charges

Gucci pink suit

Sit in church on a Sunday

Fly to my lawn

Fuck a bitch off the runway

Champagne on the airplane

Yung Cav on the verse yeah I'm fancy

I got

Ten baddies on my jet plane

I got sick raps cause I'm insane I don't play

Got sauce like I'm Chic-fil-a

Don't be coming cause I'm closed up on a Sunday

(Sexy)

I twist it, I hit it so call me a bop it

Fucking yo bitch so we making a profit

Making it rain so I empty my pockets

Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit

Yep it's Yung Cavity

Oh there's no gravity

Lil Asswipe don't get mad at me

Hop on the gravy train, Thomas Wayne, pain train, bang bang

Yung Cavity these bitches know my name

(Sexy)

Bitch I ball

Call me Chris Paul

Just like Chris I'm gonna fall

Just suck on my balls

I'm out here digging ditches

Fucking bitches

What's that smell? Did you shit your britches?

You get no bitches

I got

Ten baddies on my jet plane

I got sick raps cause I'm insane I don't play

Got sauce like I'm Chic-fil-a

Don't be coming cause I'm closed up on a Sunday

(Sexy)

I twist it, I hit it so call me a bop it

Fucking yo bitch so we making a profit

Making it rain so I empty my pockets

Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit

(I got ten mags for my AK)

(I got ten mags cause I'm insane)

(I got my)

Tippity tappity

Hippity hoppity

Bibbity bobbity

Look what I'm bout to be

Gotta be part of me

Makin all fun of me

Got all my quantity

And I'm

(Bet!)

Too fresh call me febreeze

I don't see the way that you pull up and sneak in my party

I'm walking on up like you think you the hot shit

I'm fucking yo bitch so I'm making a profit

Back the fuck away

Got my grade A, AK

Now look at the way that I spray spray your mayday

It's my club and I'll make it

Rain on your payday

Hope yo bitch will come along but she don't shave

Now behave

Yo ass is bout to make me so damn ashamed

I can't blame it's all the same

All the flames that I'm spitting where you sitting

All the ass that I'm hitting and titties I'm kissing and fishing

Ten baddies on my jet plane (I roll one)

I got sick raps cause I'm insane I don't play (I roll one)

Got sauce like I'm Chic-fil-a

Don't be coming cause I'm closed up on a Sunday

(Bet)

I twist it, I hit it so call me a bop it

Fucking yo bitch so we making a profit

Making it rain so I empty my pockets

Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit

I got

Ten baddies on my jet plane (I roll one)

I got sick raps cause I'm insane I don't play (I roll one)

Got sauce like I'm Chic-fil-a (I roll one)

Don't be coming cause I'm closed up on a Sunday

(Bet)

I twist it, I hit it so call me a bop it

Fucking yo bitch so we making a profit

Making it rain so I empty my pockets

Bumping a beat so I march with my boss shit