Step Back - Intellectual

[Intro: DJ Paul]

What up, what up? This your boy DJ Paul K.O.M. representing that mafia. Cody Manson! Psychoactive! Mafia! Yeah!

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (see it though)

Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)

I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (you ain't believe me though)

Now his mama crying at his funeral

Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back

Now his mama crying at his funeral

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]

Masked up like a hockey team

Got a bag like it's Halloween (yeah)

You fuckin' with my collard greens

You 'bout to see some violent things (yeah)

Mister Helter Skelter, bitch, I'm here to scalp ya (scalp ya)

God himself can't help ya, you about to meet the devil (devil)

You just a fuckboy, that ain't no mystery (mystery)

You must be suicidal 'cuz you dissin' me (dissin' me)

I got some shooters that'll do it for a pound of weed

Hot lead will wash your mouth out like some Listerine

Yeah! I make they throats ache from the razor blade

They throwin' shade, I'm just throwin' hand grenades

If you run your mouth, you getting stomped out like some shitty coke

When the police come and ask about it, don't nobody know (Oh no)

Mister Miyagi getting head while sippin' sake

You ain't even Daniel-San, you just another body

I'm not a style that you could copy, John Gotti mixed with Rob Zombie (Yeah)

Don't want to see me with these hands, I'm the real Rocky

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (see it though)

Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)

I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (you ain't believe me though)

Now his mama crying at his funeral

Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back

Now his mama crying at his funeral

[Verse 2: AT-L@tto]

They say that nigga want smoke (oh no)

Really be doin' the most

I heard that nigga a hoe (oh no)

Cappin' that clown he a joke

All of my niggas on go (oh no)

Them bodies be hittin' the floor

Niggas be talkin' they talkin' ain't never no walkin'

We 'bout to leave 'em comatose

Grew up on that Three 6 ain't no lie (Uh uh)

On that street shit, love smoking that pine (OK)

Cadence from Scarecrow, check the archive (You know)

Through this rap shit, we keep 'em alive

'Cause Lord Infamous started this triplet shit, little niggas thought it was Migos

We mob in the Regal, my people we keepin' it lit, yeah, that's really all we know

Roll up a blunt, fat like burrito

And nacho cheese, ain't no Dorito

This is America, ain't no Gambino

We stack it and flip it, you know what I mean though

Memphis to Ohio, niggas running wild

I don't fuck with Goofy (Hell naw), he a Gomer Pyle

Just a groupie nigga, he be cappin' out

We be throwin' hands, he be backin' down

Know that we smokin' that pack though

Yeah this shit pressure that's facts though

If you got a problem, you could hit my line

I'll bring this shit to your back door

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (see it though)

Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (sneaker store)

I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (you ain't believe me though)

Now his mama crying at his funeral

Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back

Now his mama crying at his funeral

[Verse 3: Locodunit]

(Mafia!)

Danger zone, I'm packing, never lacking, hold the phone

Fuck that talking, all that shit just sticks and stones

Rollin' with the sticks and stone

I'm blazin', contemplatin' breakin' bones

Torture slow but promise I won't make it long

Demons will not leave me alone

Things are slowly fading, getting high, that's on the daily

Couldn't stop it if you paid me

Pass the pill and let me take it

If I overdose, fuck, let's hope I make it

If I do bitch I'll be back and elevated

I stay medicated

[Verse 4: Lil Infamous]

Let bygones be bygones or get killed by guns

White girl sniffin' and that green pumpin' my lungs

You a tough guy huh? You must wanna die one

Heard you got a problem with me, check me or write one

I'ma make it happen, I ain't cappin', fuck some pussy rappin'

If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot hoe like Steve Madden

I'm the type of nigga that's gon' go and trip yo granddaddy

Draw and hit your G-Wagon, now that bitch a bandwagon

K now hoe