[Intro]

Ooh

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus] (x2)

Back on a track

Ten fingers on the racks

Ten fingers on the ass

Ten toes on the mat

Ooh…

Two palms on the top

Too low, bring it up

Too much, gotta drop

Too high on the pot

Big size, for the drink

Big thighs, for the king

Just met, got a ting

We fucked in the whip

Drop racks in the front

Leave the phones in the back

Now she kiss on my tats

[Verse]

Bad bitch on my face (hah)

Mofucker dun tell me the wait (don't tell)

Mofuckin’ “man stop, that’s a waste” (that's a waste)

Mofuckin’ bars drop on the bass (on the bass)

Bitch bouta get lit on the cake, oh shit

But her mouth get ready for the taste

Blonde bitch I'ma call her Gwen Stacy

Can’t handle my heat, she replaced me

New sandals on feet, white suit man (yeah)

And we meet at the beach, that’s a movement (yeah)

And she playin’ my shit, that’s a new fan (yeah)

So Fly on the shirt, that’s a new brand (yeah)

No lie but the KIRK, that’s my new jam

No cap from my mouth, like I’m Pacman

No rats my house, no snitchin’

Dun sit on my couch, dun say shit

[Pre-Chorus]

To the back, to the front (yeah)

To the back door (door)

Dun stop, get some more (more)

Tell em “what for?” (ooh)

To the back, to the front (yeah)

To the back door (door)

Dun stop, get some more (ooh)

Tell em “what for?”

[Chorus] (x2)

Back on a track

Ten fingers on the racks

Ten fingers on the ass

Ten toes on the mat

Ooh…

Two palms on the top

Too low, bring it up

Too much, gotta drop

Too high, on the pot

Big size, for the drink

Big thighs, for the king

Just met, got a ting

We fucked in the whip

Drop racks in the front

Leave the phones in the back

Now she kiss on my tats

[Verse 2]

Yeah

Shit’s good, now I’m gone, and I’m back, where I was, viggaz see, who I am

Go back, to your mom, now your dad, tell you to, bitch slap, on my face

Shit’s sad, I ain’t wrong, but you’re bad, but you won’t, admit it anyways

Them tats, they ain’t shown, cuz I’m seein’ yo face, gotta see it everyday (let's go)

Shit’s good, now I’m gone, and I’m back, where I was, viggaz see, who I am (who I am)

Go back, to your mom, now your dad, tell you to, bitch slap, on my face (on my face)

Shit’s sad, I ain’t wrong, but you’re bad, but you won’t, admit it anyways (ah)

Them tats, they ain’t shown, cuz I’m seein’ yo face, gotta see it everyday (ay ay)

Now I snap back, in your place (place)

Now I snap “crack”, in your bone (bone)

Now it pop pop, now it’s over (it's over)

Arms up guard like a boxer (haha)

Take that shit back and I run it (uh)

You talkin’ shit but you ruined it (uh)

Tell ya some man, I dun lie (uh)

Viggaz around me know why

Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

To the back, to the front (front)

To the back door (door)

Dun stop, get some more (more)

Tell em “what for?” (for)

To the back, to the front (front)

To the back door (door)

Dun stop, get some more (ah yeah)

Tell em “what for?” (for)