CandyMan

Yeah, uh 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, f*ck 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 F*ck 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