Craxk Flow II lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, talk my sh*t 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' sh*t on the low for me, baby

[Verse]
You know I'm Tom Ford crazy
I'm screamin', "f*ck you, pay me"
Bad b*tch, 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 b*tch havin' money to match though
I'm on fire like I lit a new match, ho
I come in through the backdoor
b*tch, 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
f*ckin' this b*tch, got that Florida water straight everywhere, f*ck up my sheets
We was workin' everywhere, we gotta eat
Mama told me never sh*ttin' 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 f*ck this b*tch 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 sh*t
1080, you seen us with dog sh*t
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 b*tch suckin' my di*k, 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 n*ggas was not a hundred
Me and her in the bed with some fun sh*t
Got the check, I can't help it to buy sh*t
The Maybach was outside, that was my sh*t
It's the Backdoor CEO, I'm on some fly sh*t
Ask who pus*y, she gon' say my sh*t
I know it is, that's my sh*t
The b*tch want a n*gga that buy sh*t
The b*tch want the one, not the sidekick
The b*tch wanna suck while you driving
Pick the b*tch up, now we vibing
.223s, it was took, I was sliding
And the sh*t I put on, it was blinding
Know the b*tch is in love with the diamonds
I was talkin' my sh*t 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 di*k sucked by Lisa
Popped a Percocet, turn into a creature
I be fresh as a f*ck like it's Easter (I be fresh as a f*ck and it's Backdoor, yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, talk my sh*t 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' sh*t on the low for me, baby

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
On the low for me, baby