TANK (feat. Big Body Bes)

Body needs a bat and a black leather to record here

Take it, get ready

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah

The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room

While you watchin' Maury, true story

Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded two-forty

Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?

Bronson come with the ninja grip

Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip

Phillies to my lip

High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe

I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right

As if I fit it

A hunnid K for me to spit it

I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck

Just tragedy and hardship

Another loser on the corner doing card tricks, ah

I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target

Why this blunt taste like Starburst?

And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?

Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail

Tell the judge, it's all good, go 'head and keep that bail

It's me, you can't touch me

Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy

I do it for the glamour

I do it for my mama

I do it for my people

I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel

But there was complications, during birth giving, damn, man

Another night the moon's shinin', the Earth twisting

Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction

Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'

Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'

You can see my smile from a mile

Yeah

Oh, I'm up at bat

Albanian baseball, I'm swingin' a hammer

Fuck that

We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives

Only God can bench us

You was in the dayroom doin' splits

I told you stop blockin' the TV

I'm tryna watch Maury

And hang your fuckin' phone up

We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives

You talkin' to the P-A-L champion

I does this, uh

Fuck her till she hates me

You gotta stab me if you love me

I'm down to die

You're scared to live