Take A Step Back Lyrics – An Explosive Sound of Rage and Rebellion

The take a step back lyrics, popularized by Ski Mask the Slump God and XXXTentacion, deliver pure aggression and intense energy. With heavy beats and confrontational lines, the song became a mosh-pit favorite. The take a step back lyrics reflect rebellion, raw emotion, and the explosive spirit of underground rap. Feel the chaos unfold with every word.

About Take A Step Back Lyrics

Take A Step Back Lyrics

Yeah, baby, “Very Rare, Members Only”, ay-yo, baby, yeah, baby
I’m with Ryan Santan in the motherfucking booth, yeah, baby
I got blood on my boots, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah baby, throw that ass back on a tricycle, baby!
Yeah!

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah
You done fucked up (yeah), you done fucked up (yeah)
You done fucked up (yeah), you done fucked up (yeah)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (yeah, yeah, bitch)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah (huh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You done fucked up (oh, bitch), you done fucked up (yeah, yeah)
You done fucked up, you done fucked up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

George W. Bush right on her pussy, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, Curious George nigga looking boy you so puss, yeah (uh, uh, yeah)
Yeah, hit my line for the nigga dick check my Twitter, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they call me Yung Dagger Dick, that’s my handle, yeah (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Yeah

She jump on my dick like a handle, hey
Lil’ bitch, I got on Jesus sandals, hey
X is an animal, mammal, hey
Lil’ bitch got the back of a camel (uh, yeah)
Pussy boy, you look like a Randell (yeah)
Pussy boy, you look like a Daniel (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m known to get ghost, Danny Phantom (yeah, yeah)
And if you throwing, throw the pussy through a tantrum, whoa

Aye, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, who? Hey
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, you, hey
Pussy nigga know he done fucked up
Lame nigga better know his luck up (hey)
Pussy nigga know he fucked up
Lame nigga better know his luck up

Aye, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, who? Hey
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, you, hey
Pussy nigga know he fucked up
Lame nigga better know his luck up (hey)
Pussy nigga know he fucked up (ayy, ayy)
Lame nigga better (ayy)

Like it’s Noah’s Ark, that pussy wet, no water-park, mm
She said, “Drop that meat in me just like a shopping cart,” foo
Told me, “Head straight to the back” just like I’m Rosa Parks, hey
Walked up in the bank with pack that smell like donkey fart, pff
RuneScape poison dagger, ayy
Fuck my conscience, I’ll stab ya (come here)
Ask that ho, “What’s vrackin’?” (What’s vrackin’?)
Slide up on a nigga like a care package (woo)

Bare in that pussy like Smokey, mm, ooh (smokey?)
Chain swing like rodeo ropy, mm, ooh (ropy)
Diamonds so wet that they soapy, mm, ooh (shines)
Watch them mingle like they do the hokey-pokey (hokey-pokey, okay!)
Egg yolk color diamonds, humpty dumpty horror story, ayy
Feel like Dexter, got double-D’s in my laboratory, hey (yeah)
Eat it with the sweet-sour sauce like six-piece sauce
Freedom, fuck the cops, free Keke, uh (free Keke)
Wreck a pussy nigga, come see me, uh (see me)
Make him say goodbye like Luigi, ayy (bye-bye)