Back On lyrics

[Chorus: Tenkay]
Walk in the trap, makin' moves, drop keys on it
You see my neck, I dropped about a key on it
In the H, stopped by Johnny Dang, tell him he could pee on it
Boy, how you the plug? You ain't ever touched a P, stop it
n*gga, I could address some sh*t, but I ain't gon' speak on it
Better watch your step like Forces without the crease on it
b*tch, I found your address and the street that you sleep on
Poles up, how we slide down on n*ggas in a Nissan
When Ten—
Walk in the trap, make it move, drop keys on—
You see my neck, I dropped about a key on it
In the H— by Johnny Dang, tell him he could pee on it
Boy, how you the plug? You ain't ever touched a P, stop it
n*gga, I could address some sh*t, but I ain't gon' speak on it
Better watch your step like Forces without the crease on it
b*tch, I found your address and the street that you sleep on
Poles up, how we slide down on n*ggas in a Nissan
When Ten—

[Intro: DashieXP, Tenkay]
What the f*ck? God damn!
Who let this motherf*cker in here?
Spittin' all over the god damn place, someone get some duct tape for this b*tch mouth! (Get on!)
Someone get this motherf*cker a muzzle! (Get on!)
This b*tch in here lookin' like the f*ckin' Captain Planet with dreads and sh*t!
[Verse 1: Tenkay]
I'm back on my bullsh*t, mane, this just how I feel today
These n*ggas turn they necks, see me, then feel a way
1c came in the game and paved a way
We stackin', no starvin', every day a payday
Ran up a check today and the next day
Real n*ggas doing things that I can't say
Steel hit him in his chest, skipped leg day
G17 whip his back like the slave days
My white b*tch callin' me master, I Uno reversed it 'cause that's what they used to make slaves say
My black ho set a n*gga up, call Nae Nae
Mane, n*ggas turn b*tch-made, Martin and Shanaynay
Ayy, me and brodie look like Craig and Day Day
These lil' n*ggas really my kids, feel like Bebè
I feel like Gudda Tezz, stay with the AK
Type of n*gga take yo' b*tch, bring her back the same day
f*ck with that lil' ho, she for everybody
Pick her up, then I throw her, she got a petite body
Her pus*y like tres leches how the cream on it
Boy, I am the n*gga who made you, let's be honest
And you could never touch me, but you could dream on it
In the function, like a lost wallet, I'm outta pocket
LMFAO, not sorry for party rockin'
I stay with my dawg, feel like Sherman and Peabody

[Chorus: Tenkay]
Walk in the trap, makin' moves, drop keys on it
You see my neck, I dropped about a key on it
In the H, stopped by Johnny Dang, tell him he could pee on it
Boy, how you the plug? You ain't ever touched a P, stop it
n*gga, I could address some sh*t, but I ain't gon' speak on it
Better watch your step like Forces without the crease on it
b*tch, I found your address and the street that you sleep on
Poles up, how we slide down on n*ggas in a Nissan
[Verse 2: Tenkay]
When Tenkay come around, lil' n*gga better be gone
Gen 5 came with a blue beam, Obi Wan
Throwin' negativity, I throw up my peace sign
These n*ggas pus*y, when they bleed, use a tampon
I'm not that n*gga that you could put hands on
n*gga put it to the test, then his neck got slammed on
n*gga, ZayGuap my shooter, so don't get blammed on
With Xavier in Harlem like Juelz and Cam'ron
We gon' knock yo' b*tch down after turnin' the cam on
'Cause you know that's my man, I had to put my man on
n*gga, you is a b*tch if you can't put fam on
Bi-big business, what the f*ck I stand on
If I said it, I meant it, my word what I stand on
I used to be late up crying 'til my tears gone
Used to be afraid of dying, all my fears gone
Tiger in the jungle, lookin' like Shere Khan
Animal, you can not handle me, b*tch
Tenkay ain't never been amateur, b*tch
I'm sick, hand me the Claritin, b*tch
My wife Brazilian, not American, b*tch
My drugs foreign, not American, b*tch
Your music boring, we ain't hearing that sh*t
My white b*tch in the trap and she choppin' the brick
In Houston, where I be screwed up with my clique
In a world full of zombies, I feel like Brad Pitt
n*ggas act for the camera, we call 'em Brad Pitt
I could slice a n*gga limbs right off of his sh*t, or put smoke in the air, leave him coughin' and sh*t
Never had a hand out, you can't offer me sh*t
Tell these labels tryna touch me, "Suck my di*k"
I'ma break the silence, I'ma talk my sh*t
n*gga, f*ck being passive, ain't settling sh*t (I ain't settling sh*t)