CEO Trayle - Rendezvous (Official Music Video)

Watch the official video of "Rendezvous" by CEO Trayle. Produced By @DunDealOnTheTrak & @Sir.Poseidon “BackdoorMan” Coming Soon FOLLOW CEO Trayle: IG:   / 1ceotrayle   Facebook:   / 1ceotrayle   Twitter: https://twitter.com/c4c4c4__?lang=ca Lyrics - “ Glock Party, its a rendezvous, n*gga who you playing I stalk my h*e like Kanye too” :It’s a Glock party n*gga, its a rendezvous, who you kidding, n*gga I stalk my h*e like Kanye too, Damn, hating on me, act like how they do It’s a ape out the cage & cant find they zoo I ain’t that sh*t turn the page, I ain’t write that too They don’t like what I say, they don’t like me too” “She was too piped on day one, she piped day two Big Backdoor ain’t in your town, my n*gga say who? Running with the convicts, the criminals too My b*tch loyal like Lebrun b*tch, her hips, they move I didn’t come through the front door, the backdoor was open Is that petro you smoking? His necklace on a ocean Sat, b*tch show me devotion She just popped E, she rolling My LA b*tch West Coastin’ stupid New York b*tch be ghosting She say C4 you be smelling good, b*tch that ain’t just lotion You know I was drinking Wockhardt, b*tch we call it potion Perc 15 after perc 15, I might overdose it Watch, put the fentanyl in tings, kill you with a dosage N*gga what you smoking? Is you smoking skunk? That weed I saw you posted, n*gga you was posting bunk He was talking crazy, I left him in my trunk & then I calmed back down & then picked up my son They say the jakes want Big Ol’ Backdoor he on the run They say my shooter ain’t gone shoot for me he on a bond Aye, do not look at C4 stupidly, he own a gun & you’ll think Rocko was his daddy, he a f*cking Don 1 thousand 80 shot you ever f*ck with Dun I whipped out all my mama pots, I whipped in front my mom I want my pockets big as Pun Future brighter than the sun They say don’t catch no bodies Backdoor, just keep rapping & you won Mama wished the preacher man could save me This straight drop glass , pay me & you know rapping saved me I was running from task daily I was going way faster than 80 Ever seen a TrackHawk spin Police don’t even try to chase me Pick up my lil b*tch she ate me Know these f*ck n*ggas hate me They gone always hate me Big Backdoor McGrady, call me Tracy Fore’ i shoot the ball i shake ‘em Came from plastic plating Now we got glass, n*gga your casket waiting I done mastered patience, but you know Backdoor still like Satan It ain’t no party, less we get these K’s in Say Birmingham like Grayson I get to swerving down these b*tches chasing Told my b*thc I can pick replacements Told these n*ggas i can pick replacements I been dolo, too much g*y sh*t Back in my kitchen i sit and weigh sh*t Scraping these pots acting like i make sh*t Going back to the basics, but It’s more money involved b*tch I’m from where murders don’t get solved b*tch All it take is one call BLITZ Blind to the sh*t Ray Charles b*tch I was in the war my scars itch These f*ck n*ggas on soft sh*t Backdoor Backdoor”