Woo Back Baby

Aymock

I got Stevie and Hickey in the stu
They never miss a hit
They make everything more lit
They'll show off their skills convince you
I'll tell you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I am not an elf
That's little Bray Bray on the shelf
Boy if you don't knock that stupid shit off
I'll throw you in a hospital with corona cough
Moving like a bot
So you know you'll get caught
I'll give you a shot
And you'll bleed a lot
Shit won't be a needle it'll be a gun
Cause this shit ain't legal and it's not for fun
It'll leave you on pace to hit the sun
Cause you'll be in a race always on the run
This shit ain't funny it's not a joke
It's just a feeling I can evoke
When your under pressure feeling like your sinking
The feeling of deaths got you thinking
When your legs are full of springs
You can dunk on really high things
Stevie jumps high
Think he can fly
Take a break and dunk on this little guy
Don't be scared he's really short
Take him onto the basketball court
1v1 his ass cause he ain't that fast
I'll catch a bass my rod will cast
Cause every time when I'm fishing
Mocker's with his girl just kissing
Like a bird this song will sing
I'll win the game and get my ring

This song is in god mode
Shits got a heavy load
Gonna make a banger maybe
In the studio woo back baby

Coming in hot with each verse so deadly
Putting people in a hearse be ready
Think I'm a joke they playing games
So fucking wet I got ice in my veins
Carti racking up the the crew ripping the maxes
When we all done we eating cactus jack
Fucked me in the ass
You'll catch me all night counting all the cash
Speeding on the dash
Eating up the mash potatoes
Ate those
Lil Bray Bray from Barbados
Fuck with me I might snap leave a body dead like Thanos
I'm chilling with Ernie but don't fuck with Bert
Don't mess around or he'll put you in the dirt
Ripping COD hitting nukes
Kris films himself taking poops
Bars too sick a black pearls curse
Carti's world so we in the Cartiverse

Can't Explain the flow
You already know
We on top like king James
Mess around you must be insane
Never forget what we from
Wash it down with the rum
Pussy boy get smoked for a bag then we leave it out front
Not trying to be blunt
Carter is a cunt
He runs around like he's the man
But looks more like uncle Sam
Water rushing no damn
Ugly bitch madame
Now we on top
Pass it off like the blunt slip not can
Steady up big man
Before it ends in a jam
Cut it up next one now we finished and got banned

This song is in god mode
Shits got a heavy load
Gonna make a banger maybe
In the studio woo back baby

Woo back baby it's that type of beat
Me and the boys and we all packing heat
Your girlfriend she belong to the street
Letting them smash like it's charity
Put on the track last minute and shit
Debut album you know Sno'Cone on it
No mercy we up with the get and we blast
Stevie got it and he drawing it fast
Can't be missed nobody gonna
Cry for your ass
When they find it you snitching the cops as they pass
Shooter right here and I'll hit him for miles
Kill the lawyer we avoiding them trials
Carti kills him in a new silver style
Tactical might take him a while
If he gets ya ya'll won't forget it
Head to toe and it's all gonna shit
Blood everywhere and there's no trace of him
Go against Carti your chances are slim
Hickey will sell you a whole brick of coke
Pay what he ask cause you don't want the smoke