CraxkFlow II

Ayy, talk my shit like a preacher, baby I'm C4, nice to meet you, baby CEO, I complete you, baby Uh, uh, I won't give your lil' brother no feature, baby I mix Christian Dior in your sneakers, baby But you just keepin' shit on the low for me, baby You know I'm Tom Ford crazy I'm screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" Bad bitch, give her a baby In the kitchen, I'm whippin' a baby You know C4, that's that crack flow You can call me Mr. Backdoor Know my bitch havin' money to match though I'm on fire like I lit a new match, ho I come in through the backdoor Bitch, you ain't know it? This that crack flow Switch on the back of that Glizzy And it hit, bring a chopper to your city With a clip long enough to be a kickstand Had 'em lookin' for that boy for ten grand I was countin' money with my pimp hand Back all black, watch for the Klan Damn, P, you know salt kills snails, not players Gettin' money anywhere, everywhere I was on the block, you was never there It's November? I thought it was May My lil' brother gotta catch a play Take the money, chopper to his face Treacherous in the A Hold on, Backdoor, wait Fuckin' this bitch, got that Florida water Straight everywhere, fuck up my sheets We was workin' everywhere, we gotta eat Mama told me never shittin' where you sleep You know I wasn't ever sittin' with the weed Plug sendin' fifty packages a week Stuffin' money in the mattress, I need a safe I fuck this bitch and she came to my place Put on a movie, but we never watched it Talk 'bout Backdoor, he the topic All that hatin' I seen in my optics Triple M, murder, millions, and mop shit 1080, you seen us with dog shit Why did you get your feelings involved in? Popped a fake Percocet and he lost it Damn, I feel bad for lil' buddy We thought he was gangster, what happened to buddy? Know lil' Guap send that boy, that's my cuddy And my Balenciagas got muddy And I up that new chopper, he running I was countin' only fifties and hundreds Had your bitch suckin' my dick, ironic In the jungle, you know that I run it Goin' for it, I'ma 4th door punt it In the Bay with the chronic She call me, "Bae," call her, "Honey" These niggas was not a hundred Me and her in the bed with some fun shit Got the check, I can't help it to buy shit The Maybach was outside, that was my shit It's the Backdoor CEO, I'm on some fly shit Ask who pussy, she gon' say my shit I know it is, that's my shit The bitch want a nigga that buy shit The bitch want the one, not the sidekick The bitch wanna suck while you driving Pick the bitch up, now we vibing .223s, it was took, I was sliding And the shit I put on, it was blinding Know the bitch is in love with the diamonds I was talkin' my shit like a preacher The big boss in the game, not the bleachers Paint her face like her name Mona Lisa Tryna move in with C4 like a leaser Tryna go get my dick sucked by Lisa Popped a Percocet, turn into a creature I be fresh as a fuck like it's Easter (I be fresh as a fuck and it's Backdoor, yeah) Ayy, talk my shit like a preacher, baby I'm C4, nice to meet you, baby CEO, I complete you, baby Uh, uh, I won't give your lil' brother no feature, baby I mix Christian Dior in your sneakers, baby But you just keepin' shit on the low for me, baby Yeah Yeah Uh-huh On the low for me, baby