Tank on Low

I pulled up to your bitch one time

With my tank on low

With my tank on low

And yeah I ain't gon' broke

But my chain gon' go

But my chain gon' go

I love this rap shit

Boy, I can't let go

Boy, I can't let go

I pull up to your bitch with my tank on low

With my tank on low

Oh just that

Lil' bitch, mind your fuckin' business

Just that, walkin' to the corner

Stole your momma's slippers

Okay, my homie dropped me off and then my charger missing

I think I left it in his whip

My lil' homie got a OOF up on his hip

He probably run up on your shit then

Run up on your bitch then

Gon' cop a six of that Heineken

I drink it to my mother fuckin' face

Cause I really wanna cry again

Gun up in my mouth

Cause I'm addicted to violence

I'm addicted to buying shit

I'm addicted to hanging with my

Homies so you come around here

We gon' fire shit [gon' fire shit]

I was smacked off a blue moon shit

Yeah I ain't on white

But there's no honey boo boo

But this is me

So I was foaming from the mouth again

Sleeping on the couch again

I get a beat from Shagman

I swear to God that six months later

I know it's game over

Six months later

I'm smack flippin' the Range Rover

At least I caught my mom a fuckin' crib

Okay, the pain over

Imagine waking up every day with a hangover

Imagine waking up

They look at you with blank face

I started with a blank slate

Pops like to crank bass

And bitch I like to crank bass

I get a lot of money

Guarantee I stay the same way

I pulled up to your bitch one time

With my tank on low

With my tank on low

And yeah, I ain't broke

But my chain gon' go

But my chain gon' go

I love this rap shit

Boy, I can't let go

Boy, I can't let go

I pull up to your bitch

With my tank on low

With my tank on low