BACK SHOTS — ft. Artist 1 (deep baritone, growl) & Artist 2 (high tenor, melodic) ─── [Intro — Artist 1, low rumble, spoken] (Bass drops, 808s rattling) Aye... you hear that? Nah, turn that shit up. We recordin' everything tonight. [Hook — Both, call-and-response] (Artist 1: guttural, chest voice | Artist 2: falsetto ad-libs in parentheses) Give her back shots (uh) (oooh) Give her back shots (uh) (yeah yeah) Im a freaky frog ill eat that ass out (yuh-yuh) (he wildin'!) Give her back shots (uh) (woo!) Give her back shots (uh) (gang) Give her back shots (uh) (skrrt skrrt) [Verse 1 — Artist 1 | Deep baritone, aggressive, punchy delivery, almost spoken-word growl] (Note: hard consonants, staccato flow, voice sits in the gravel register) Cash out, bash out, dash out (breathless, rapid-fire) Reload that shit at the stash house (drops pitch on "house") I play hard out when I'm in and out the scene (stretches "scene" into a drawl) Smoking blunts, the smoke come out the same color as Wolverine (exhales audibly) Got your bitches dead to writes, call me Deadpool (whispered "Deadpool") They say I'm a teacher — so let's go back to school (voice rises, mock-proper tone) Call me a ruler cause I rule *(hits chest, booming) I accidentally went up in her ass, she turned into a mule (drops to a murmur, then BELTS "mule") She ask for them back shots (pause — two beats of silence) I gave her ass back to back — BACK SHOTS (screamed, distorted mic effect) I spit on that bitch's mouth (low, nasty, deliberate) She stuck her tongue out (whispered) I put my dick in her mouth (monotone, matter-of-fact) She sat on my mouth (pitch drops to sub-bass range) I stuck my tongue out (growl) I did my A-B-C's with my tongue out (melodic suddenly, almost singing the alphabet) All I'm saying is — it goes DOWN in our house (slams "down," voice cracks intentionally) All I'm saying is when she got wet, I also go down south (drawn out, Southern drawl on "south," fades) [Hook — Both, energy building] (Artist 2 takes lead now, high and airy | Artist 1: backing grunts) Give her back shots (uh) — she beggin' for it (uh-huh) Give her back shots (uh) — camera caught it (woo) Give her back shots (uh) — (harmonize together on this line) I'm a freaky frog, I'll eat that ass out (yuh-yuh) (Artist 2 hits a falsetto run) Give her back shots (uh) (Artist 1 grunts underneath) Give her back shots (uh) Give her back shots (uh) (both voices merge, fade to silence — one beat — then:) [Verse 2 — Artist 2 | High tenor, melodic, smooth with sudden nasty drops] (Note: silky R&B tone that snaps into trap cadence without warning. Voice floats then slams.) Mother's Day weekend, 'bout to put a baby in it (sung sweetly, then — ) SKRRT Hit it from the back, no cap, I meant it every minute (falsetto on "minute") Camera rollin', we on demon time, we filmin' (drops to chest voice — "filmin'" is guttural) Got the tripod set, she the star and I'm the villain (whispered "villain," breath audible) Crackin' that spine like a chiropractor on a mission (rapid staccato, percussive) She throw it back, I'm diggin' deep — call that excavation (stretches "excavation" across four beats, melisma) Bustin' down her walls, renovation — no permission (snaps back to monotone) I told her "Happy Mother's Day" mid-stroke (pauses) — that's the vision (belts "vision" — held note, vibrato) We makin' content, OnlyFans couldn't handle this edition (laughing mid-line) Got her folded like a lawn chair, hittin' every position (whispered, intimate, lips-on-mic ASMR tone) Smashin', clappin', tappin', wreckin' — straight demolition (each word is a stab, punched out) She said "give me a baby" (pitched up, mimicking her voice) — bitch that's the whole damn mission (SLAMS back to his baritone floor) Glazin' her back like a Krispy Kreme, no intermission (smooth again, R&B run on "intermission") Blowin' her back out so hard she need a new transmission (growl creeps in) POV angle, she moanin' — that's the money shot transition (breathy, fading) Beatin' guts, rearrangin', call it kitchen renovation (spoken, deadpan) Raw doggin' on the lens, skip the post-production (double-time flow, rapid) She drippin', I'm dippin', we slippin' — no contradiction (melodic triplet flow) Bred her on a Sunday, now she celebratin' every May (voice soars — highest note in the song) I turned Mother's Day to "I Made You a Mother" Day (drops to a whisper — ) yuh-yuh. [Outro Hook — Both, layered harmonies fading out] Give her back shots (uh) (echo effect) Give her back shots (uh) (quieter) Give her back shots (uh) (whispered) I'm a freaky frog, I'll eat that ass out... (Artist 2 hums the melody as 808s fade)
