CEO Trayle - Rendezvous (Official Music Video)

Watch the official video of "Rendezvous" by CEO Trayle.

Produced By @DunDealOnTheTrak & @Sir.Poseidon

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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”