On Tank

Can't be fucked with records

(Comin' from)

You know who started this shit

Gettin' that money, gettin' that bread

Free my **** out the feds

We don't love no bitches

Money on six, everything I do for my gang

And I came from the trenches, throwin' up six

Want me to fall in love? I can't

****, on Tank, ****, on Neff

****, on Tank, ****, on Rob

****, on Tank, ****, on Rece

****, on Tank, ****, on mine

Big ol' Drac', full of that iron

Wanna get killed? Cross that line

Fours forever, don't fuck with no fives

Cost at least ten hundred more, my line

Big ass house, big ass couch

Put this FN in that big ass mouth

R.I.P. Neff from Mac to south

Youngin' gon' step every time a **** play

Big Nicki on me, ****, featuring Drake

Bow, bitch, get down

First thing they say when a **** get found, "How?"

Why? 'Cause, bitch, I'm a four-year and we don't fuck with fives

The last **** played with us got fried

I spin back and dump everything out for Rob

I still miss my ****, miss my killers, miss my mama

Miss my daddy, two-tone Patek when I chill

Run off, you won't get killed

****, on Tank, ****, on Neff

****, on Tank, ****, on Rob

****, on Tank, ****, on Rece

****, on Tank, ****, on mine