[Intro]

Yeah, uh

[Verse]

Let me paint a picture, avid serial killer

You know chose another victim, Bloody Mary in the mirror

Mr. Happy Halloween C4, so here you go a thriller

Mr. Chrome Hearted killer, it's a Moncler murder

Livin' life with Dior denims, and slime'll squeeze him like a girdle

I'm a first-class stepper, quick to step in cold turkey

From the A all way to Berkeley, and I can't let the police search me

A nigga touch me, up these, new credentials, up fees

Fendi sleeve, won't bless a sneeze, I bless that bitch, stand up for me

It'll be an awful lot of bodies droppin' down, you leave it up to me

And the label came straight to the shooters, that's how they discovered me

Yeah, yeah, duct tape his arms and his legs, where his bread?

Backdoor shot the hammerhead, door swung open, I'm comin' in

I told the Lord that I can't help but sin, fuck around, let them steppers in

Bet that nigga won't step again, ayy, his back door open, tell a friend

Uh, had to let me go, they ain't had no evidence

Yeah, yeah, I go Spider 'round her throat and let her represent

They left me out there in the cold, they wouldn't even let me in

Fuck that bitch, it's nothin' I won't regret again

I'm Big Backdoor the kicker, shawty

You cross me, won't forget about it

And this bitch sittin' near me poutin'

'Cause I'm finna go on another outin'

Yeah, I ain't been home in the last two weeks, just bought another Audi

Lil' Percy, me and my brothers 'bout it

In a foreign car, shootin' out it

Candice or Jessica, don't trust 'em, they might set me up

Pour Wockhardt in my double cup

And she stay with me 'til the sun was up

You big boss, go and touch

Nigga, I don't keep in touch

Tellin' me to check in for what?

All the lean goin' straight to my gut