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Take a Step Back

by Ski Mask The Slump God & XXXTENTACION

on You Will Regret (Reloaded) (2018), Underground Rap (2017)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Yeah, baby, Very Rare, Members Only, yeah, baby, yeah, baby
I'm with Ryan Santan in the motherf*ckin' booth, yeah, baby
I got blood on my boots, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, throw that ass back on a tricycle, baby, yah (ayy)
Ronny J produced it

[Chorus 1: XXXTENTACION]
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up (yeah)
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, yeah (yeah, yeah, huh, ayy)
You done f*cked up, you done f*cked up (yeah)
You done f*cked up, you done f*cked up (yeah, b*tch)
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up (yeah, b*tch)
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, yeah (huh, yeah, b*tch)
You done f*cked up, you done f*cked up (b*tch, yeah)
You done f*cked up, you done f*cked up (yeah)

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
George W. Bush right on her pus*y, yeah
Yeah, Curious George n*gga lookin' boy, you so puss', yeah
Yeah, hit my line for the n*gga di*k, check my Twitter, yeah
Yeah, they call me Yung Dagger di*k, that's my handle, yeah
Yeah, she grab on my di*k like a handle, hey
Lil b*tch, I got on Jesus sandals, hey
X is an animal, mammal, hey
Lil b*tch got the back of a camel
pus*y boy, you look like a Randall
pus*y boy, you look like a Daniel
b*tch, I'm known to get ghost, Danny Phantom
And if you throwing, through the pus*y throw a tantrum, whoa

[Chorus 2: $ki Mask the Slump God]
Ayy, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, who, hey
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, you, hey
pus*y n*gga know he done f*cked up
Lame n*gga better know his luck up
pus*y n*gga know he f*cked up
Lame n*gga better know his luck up
Ayy, f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, who, hey
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, you, hey
pus*y n*gga know he f*cked up
Lame n*gga better know his luck up
pus*y n*gga know he f*cked up
Lame n*gga better know his luck up

[Verse 2: $ki Mask the Slump God]
Like it's Noah's Ark, that pus*y wet, no water-park
She said drop that meat in me just like a shopping cart
Told me "Head straight to the back" just like I'm Rosa Parks
Walked up in the bank with pack that smell like donkey fart
Rune
Scape poison dagger, ayy
f*ck my conscience, I'll stab ya'
Ask that hoe what's vrackin
Slide up on a n*gga like a care package
Bare in that pus*y like Smokey
Chain swing like rodeo ropy
Diamonds so wet that they soapy
Watch them mingle like they do the hokey-pokey
Ayy yo' color diamonds humpty dumpty horror story
Feel like Dexter, got double-D's in my laboratory
Eat it with the sweet-sour sauce like six-piece sauce
Freedom; f*ck the cops, free Keke
Wreck a pus*y n*gga, come see me uh
Make him say goodbye like Luigi (Bye Bye!)