[Intro]
It's a go
It's a go
Big Backdoor
Big C4
Steady standin' on this business
1080
[Verse]
Steady standin' on this business
Catch me if I'm ever slippin'
She think she my bestie, I got thirty other bitches
I was steady rerockin' work in mama kitchen
Change the Glock up just like my clothes, might get a sentence
Whip it 'til it rock up, ayy, slam that door, get out my business
I was switchin' pots up
Switchin' different bitches in and off a nigga roster
Bitch better not make C4 spaghetti, I don't want no pasta
They steady askin' why he always come out with that chopper
I'm steady trappin' in that hallway 'til I get my guap up
They see I'm havin' and they doubted me, so now they pop up
Fuck that bitch in Opa-Locka, fixin' up my shoulder posture
I need some more Percocets and lean, that's what I told the doctor
I just bought that bitch some new Celine and now she call me papa
Wakin' all these folks the fuck up, I walk in, act like they know us
Couple blickies in that sofa, make sure he die, this shit ain't over
Yeah, yeah, keep my friends close and keep the oppers closer
Up the Glock and raise the score up
Rest in peace my brothers that ain't here, so C4 pour up
Hundred thousand on me, I'm still waitin' on my McDonalds to show up
Sell out the arena, put me on a poster
You came to plot [?][1:16] doin' what I'm 'posed to
And if the police get behind me, I'ma fuck the road up
So bitch, don't ask me come and get you, take a Lyft over
Pull this shit up, C4 kill whatever sent over
He got mad because he saw his lil' bitch bent over
Iced the cross out like a Christian, but my cup colder
C4 slide, then I pulled off, I had the window rolled up
Broke as fuck, you ain't got no weed, you waitin' on me to roll up
And if you stuck, don't count on me, these niggas still be older
Walk in the crib, you see the scales and see the bricks and boulders
I don't think he thought that I can do it, so I had to show him
You can ask Nuri to put that black ski mask on and perform
After she go suck on the tits, she come lick on the charm
You gotta be better than this, I'm Big C4, uh-uh
You tried to get at me, you missin', now them soldiers come
These niggas look at me and now they know they know a bomb
B-O-M-B, know I'm gon' blow, they think they supposed to come
Think that I wrote down all this shit, so I expose it for 'em
Must don't know they call C4 the chosen one, I love big backdoors and guns
Do it in his face just to prove it to him
I was workin', I don't know what the fuck you was doin'
How you seem Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing
Larry Bird, Stephen Curry, Kevin Durant
Judge gave me my sentence, said it's court adjourned
I'm a student of the game, know I got more to learn
Try to get off on Big Backdoor, then nigga, you supposed to burn
Ayy, ayy, put his ashes in this urn, I been waitin' on my turn, C4 (Yeah)
It's a go
It's a go
Big Backdoor
Big C4
Steady standin' on this business
1080
[Verse]
Steady standin' on this business
Catch me if I'm ever slippin'
She think she my bestie, I got thirty other bitches
I was steady rerockin' work in mama kitchen
Change the Glock up just like my clothes, might get a sentence
Whip it 'til it rock up, ayy, slam that door, get out my business
I was switchin' pots up
Switchin' different bitches in and off a nigga roster
Bitch better not make C4 spaghetti, I don't want no pasta
They steady askin' why he always come out with that chopper
I'm steady trappin' in that hallway 'til I get my guap up
They see I'm havin' and they doubted me, so now they pop up
Fuck that bitch in Opa-Locka, fixin' up my shoulder posture
I need some more Percocets and lean, that's what I told the doctor
I just bought that bitch some new Celine and now she call me papa
Wakin' all these folks the fuck up, I walk in, act like they know us
Couple blickies in that sofa, make sure he die, this shit ain't over
Yeah, yeah, keep my friends close and keep the oppers closer
Up the Glock and raise the score up
Rest in peace my brothers that ain't here, so C4 pour up
Hundred thousand on me, I'm still waitin' on my McDonalds to show up
Sell out the arena, put me on a poster
You came to plot [?][1:16] doin' what I'm 'posed to
And if the police get behind me, I'ma fuck the road up
So bitch, don't ask me come and get you, take a Lyft over
Pull this shit up, C4 kill whatever sent over
He got mad because he saw his lil' bitch bent over
Iced the cross out like a Christian, but my cup colder
C4 slide, then I pulled off, I had the window rolled up
Broke as fuck, you ain't got no weed, you waitin' on me to roll up
And if you stuck, don't count on me, these niggas still be older
Walk in the crib, you see the scales and see the bricks and boulders
I don't think he thought that I can do it, so I had to show him
You can ask Nuri to put that black ski mask on and perform
After she go suck on the tits, she come lick on the charm
You gotta be better than this, I'm Big C4, uh-uh
You tried to get at me, you missin', now them soldiers come
These niggas look at me and now they know they know a bomb
B-O-M-B, know I'm gon' blow, they think they supposed to come
Think that I wrote down all this shit, so I expose it for 'em
Must don't know they call C4 the chosen one, I love big backdoors and guns
Do it in his face just to prove it to him
I was workin', I don't know what the fuck you was doin'
How you seem Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing
Larry Bird, Stephen Curry, Kevin Durant
Judge gave me my sentence, said it's court adjourned
I'm a student of the game, know I got more to learn
Try to get off on Big Backdoor, then nigga, you supposed to burn
Ayy, ayy, put his ashes in this urn, I been waitin' on my turn, C4 (Yeah)
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