Step Back Cody Manson (Ft. AT-L@tto & Seed of 6ix)

[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
Step the fuck back, bitch, step the fuck back
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