Back On
[Hook]
Back on my shit, back on my grind
Gave you niggas 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 shit, back on my grind (x4)

[Verse 1: Major]
Pussy nigga 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 niggas really hoes that's something you should know
Niggas tryna' hit me for the jewels on my wrist
Future little bigger than the ass on my bitch
Tell my hoe tell me going in for the bleach
Can't hang around me if you acting like a bitch
I'm with the shit
Shout out to Tay Keith, we can scratch this off the list
Chop a nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas can't see me like a darkskin shoot a nigga I ain't got the time for the brawling
Been tripping wet got me slipping and falling
Been put in work while you niggas never clock in every other day my Major be shopping
Niggas 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 [?]
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[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 niggas bitches please mind your own business
Chasing this paper I'm rough as a gator you niggas 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!" [?]
Killing the homies you know
Turning up every show
Slurred words and boobs got me feeling grown lil homie lets go Tve Bandz!

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