Tay Keith - Back On lyrics

[Hook] Back on my sh**, back on my grind Gave you n***as too many warnings, too many times Don't act like you don't know, you seen the sign They don't ever see me working they just see me shine I'm back on my sh**, back on my grind (x4) [Verse 1: Major] p**y n***a talking 'bout really want war? They [?] check the score Count all this money got all my fingers sore Yeah I got money but I still want more [?] in other words I don't get a little grave in your hoe I ain't really trying but they say I do the most Talking out his neck put one in his throat Walk in my closet like eenie meenie minie moe all these n***as really hoes that's something you should know n***as tryna' hit me for the j**els on my wrist Future little bigger than the a** on my b**h Tell my hoe tell me going in for the bleach Can't hang around me if you acting like a b**h I'm with the sh** Shout out to Tay Keith, we can scratch this off the list Chop a n***a into body parts Take your top off like Mardi Gras I ain't even playing I was born a star I don't even know who the f** ya'll are Call me clock in pull my car in grew up in the jungle like I'm Tarzan on the leash I been after ya'll man aw man midnight n***as can't see me like a darkskin shoot a n***a I ain't got the time for the brawling Been tripping wet got me slipping and falling Been put in work while you n***as never clock in every other day my Major be shopping n***as start lying like they really be copping they leave in [?] then take it right back Boy you need to stop it you flopping Never playing tag you are not it I ain't got a car bet you [?] [Hook] [Verse 2: Tonik] Soon got money coming to me pronto Head honcho weight for the pancho guapo cheese Can of nachos I be saucing bossing now we flossing no keys and I'm loaded heavy Know we ready coming out the M we steady smell like levy belly we smoke smell smelly yeah that smelly I got bad habits but my mama tell me help me Dream bigger than a college debit I got go getters that'll never tell it I've been running mines since I'm long and them n***as b**hes please mind your own business Chasing this paper I'm rough as a gator you n***as to me and I don't need a taker Weighing on me I'm not into no cake up a freshman in college it's time for the wake up it's time for the pay cut [Verse 3: Tve Bandz] Back on my grind like the old me Still hold my street down like a OG hold me hit the homie girl holy moly I mean hit her with a stack yeah she know me I'm flexing too heavy my bars ain't even racing and if you gon' test me we know who the best is I'm faded with chops we taking your block and if you gon' try me we put it on lock Back back on my grind like it's been official showing up with your girl like we been official My name hold weight why you thinking gentle "Tve Bandz took my girl!" [?] k**ing the homies you know Turning up every show Slurred words and b**bs got me feeling grown lil homie lets go Tve Bandz! [Hook]