Step Back (Remix)

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Step back!
He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (Step back!)
Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (Step back!)
I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (Step back!)
Now his mama crying at his funeral (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Now his mama's crying at his funeral

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]
Masked up like a hockey team
Got a bag like it's Halloween
You fuckin' with my collard greens
You 'bout to see some violent things (Oh no)
Mister Heltеr Skelter, bitch, I'm herе to scalp ya (Oh no)
God himself can't help ya, you about to meet the devil (Oh no)
You just a fuckboy, that ain't no mystery (Naw, mystery)
You must be suicidal 'cause you dissin' me (You're dissin' me)
I got some shooters that'll do it for a pound of weed (Bow bow bow)
Hot lead will wash your mouth out like some Listerine (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 (Another body)
I'm not a style that you could copy, John Gotti mixed with Rob Zombie (Rob Zombie!)
Don't want to see me with these hands, I'm the real Rocky

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Step back!
He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (Step back!)
Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (Step back!)
I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (Step back!)
Now his mama crying at his funeral (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Now his mama's crying at his funeral

[Verse 2: Cody Manson]
I'm in the field like Barry Sanders (Yeah)
Bare face, no bandana (Yeah)
Pull up to your mammies house in that mini-van with like ten hammers (Blam blam blam you)
Fuck your baby mama on a bean bag in a ski mask with no latex
Fuck safe sex, she take work but she taste that
As a kid I was sick and twisted, had a gram of coke on my Christmas wish list
Getting lifted, talking shit to bitches
With the pharmacist sipping on prescriptions (Yeah)
Hone that ass up, do a Tony Montana
From Cleveland, Ohio to Mickey or Mikey
Trife Life, you don't want no problems (Naw)
I've been chunky since I was in pajamas
Fuck, he knows I'm coming
Running up my sect
If I'm in yo hood then I'm collecting debt (Debt)
Backwood's fucking up my check
That's money calling just like collect
Step inside the mind of a madman
Pure white trash, yeah, especially with the Glad bag
When I drop tracks there's bombs over Baghdad
Clique so sick you would think it was a hazmat
Cody Manson got that cocaína
Put the Molly in the Aquafina
I got these groupies feeling like they divas
Yet them bitches treat me like I'm Justin Bieber
I'll stomp you out right in front of your homies house (Homies house)
Smash you in the head with a 40 ounce (Bow)
Cody a.k.a. Dragunov
Feel like angry, fuck you, pay me

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Step back!
He say he want that smoke but I don't see it though (Step back!)
Stomp him out with more kicks than a sneaker store (Step back!)
I said I'm 'bout that action you ain't believe me though (Step back!)
Now his mama crying at his funeral (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back (Step back!)
Now his mama's crying at his funeral