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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Gull, Justin Bell, John Jr., Markino Hay, Whitebackisback Whitebackisback, Icey Icey
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