Ceo - Caskey

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