Choke On Dis Wood

Lyrics

[Intro - gritty 808 bass rumble, pitched-down ad-libs, New Orleans bounce hi-hats teasing in]

Waa waa cry baby, always talkin' that shit (yeah)
Grab this wood, bitch, time to shut yo lips (uh)

[Verse 1 - heavy trap snare rolls, bouncy 808 slides, aggressive Auto-Tune flow with Southern drawl]
Waa waa cry baby, runnin' yo mouth all day
Talkin' big game, but you know you gon' play
Reach in my pants, feel this hard-ass dick
Thick like a log, make yo throat do tricks
Always complainin', tears on yo face
But when I slide in, you forget yo place
New Orleans bounce, we shakin' the block
Grab it deep, hoe, make that gag clock

[Pre-Chorus - rising synth stabs, faster hi-hats building bounce energy, layered echoes on "waa waa"]
Waa waa, cry louder, bitch I'm 'bout to thrust
Ease it down yo throat, turn yo words to dust
Choke on this wood, feel the pressure build
Silence comin' quick, just how I feel

[Chorus - massive 808 drop, explosive brass bounce hits, distorted ad-libs yelling "shut the fuck up", crowd chant vibes]
Put it in yo mouth, ease it down yo throat (down yo throat!)
Choke on this dick, and STFU hoe (STFU!)
My goodness, 'bout time, silence dear Lord (thank you!)
Waa waa cry baby, now you quiet for sure (yeah!)

[Verse 2 - glitchy bounce percussion, deep sub-bass growls, rapid-fire flow with NOLA twang and "skrrt" ad-libs]
Back at it again, you still whinin' and cryin'
But one deep stroke, got you straight complyin'
Hard as concrete, from the Dirty South heat
Grabbin' my meat, now you can't even speak
Bounce like Big Freedia, but this ain't no dance
This throat game advance, make you lose yo stance
Talk shit no more, just slurps and gags
Thank the Lord above, finally off my ass

[Bridge - stripped trap minimalism, echoing vocal chops on "waa waa", slow-building 808 swell for tension]
(Slow it down... waa waa... choke... silence...)
Dear Lord thank you, for this quiet peace
No more bullshit, just relief on repeat

[Chorus / Drop - full bounce frenzy, sidechained kicks, wild brass stabs and gang vocals, hyped ad-libs "choke! choke!"]
Put it in yo mouth, ease it down yo throat (down deep!)
Choke on this wood, and STFU hoe (shut it!)
My goodness, 'bout time, silence dear Lord (hallelujah!)
Waa waa cry baby, now you quiet for sure (gone!)

[Outro - fading 808 tails, reverb-drenched whispers, slowing hi-hats with final "thank you" echo]
Waa waa... choke... STFU... thank you Lord... (fade to silence)