Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ceo , by - Caskey. Release date: 12.10.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ceo |
| Nike tracks |
| We don’t do polo hats |
| Put down dirty soda |
| Get the racks |
| All my cars got custom motors in em |
| Trunk space in the front |
| Not in the back |
| Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs |
| Sleep when I’m dead I can’t act relaxed |
| In the streets my bro did acrobats |
| Ceo I can’t be flippin packs |
| This a gun fight why you showed up with knives |
| Inflation the way that I been on the rise |
| I don’t gotta spoil my bitch |
| Cause my bitch look at me and she know I’m the prize |
| In Daytona beach but its Tallahassee how we capitalize |
| You saying that you do it big |
| Must be the rearview cause that ain’t the actual size |
| Count up a million in cash |
| Homie that’s what I call getting high |
| That mixtape you dropping is trash |
| We can’t play that shit up in the ride |
| 200 I got on my dash |
| Keep me 200 whenever I slide |
| Slide on me you finna crash |
| Where you a seatbelt whenever you try |
| Nike tracks |
| We don’t do polo hats |
| Put down dirty soda |
| Get the racks |
| All my cars got custom motors in em |
| Trunk space in the front |
| Not in the back |
| Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs |
| Sleep when I’m dead I can’t act relaxed |
| In the streets my bro did acrobats |
| Ceo I can’t be flippin packs |
| Still got money stashed up in the mattress |
| Ceiling of the roads filled with asterisks |
| Moved back to my home town stuntin |
| Coulda bought a crib in calabassas |
| Play I’ll put the 4 on ya chest |
| Fuck around I’m feeling fantastic |
| Shoe box full of money swipe the plastic |
| Haters mad they couldn’t outlast it |
| Wrote the check I didn’t have to ask it |
| Post the wins I didn’t have to mask it |
| Stretch the opportunity elastic |
| Haters they mad at my wins but they gone multiply |
| Got no intent in me shrinking myself to fit in your tribe |
| Its only getting bigger you better hide |
| They said I wasn’t gone win and that motherfucker lied |
| Pray for the sins of my past |
| Things that I done did to survive |
| In highschool I kept me some brass |
| Graduated to a new 45 |
| They rolled me up like some gas |
| Couldn’t stop me cause I had so much drive |
| Ain’t no one gave me a pass |
| Fuck it somehow I still managed to thrive |
| Nike tracks |
| We don’t do polo hats |
| Put down dirty soda |
| Get the racks |
| All my cars got custom motors in em |
| Trunk space in the front |
| Not in the back |
| Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs |
| Sleep when I’m dead I can’t act relaxed |
| In the streets my bro did acrobats |
| Ceo I can’t be flippin packs |