TANK GIRL

For the love of money, stack it up, we headed up to the moon

All but 6 be the fucking platoon

I roll with gorillas, you fucking buffoons

Guerrilla warfare, you don't really wanna go there

Baby Bone better prepare, I light up the flairs

Come out the bushes and run up the stairs

Back aching from running my money up

Don't really care 'bout the politics, load up the hollow tips

Follow me into the storm

I'm leading the way, then follow me into my grave

Be precise and don't make mistakes, then put a knife on an AK spray

Everybody that you see today, don't nobody get in my fucking way

I don't need my flowers, I need my check before the hours done

You cowards never rattle me up, blow my dick and swallow my nut

You rappers got me fucked up, these hoes be getting no love

Sitting alone on my sofa, no bitches just me and my doja

I roll up in a tank, I might go shoot up a bank

I'ma go hard in the paint

Hakuna matata, that reefer take all of my problems away

I feel like a saint

Bitches pull up and they faint when they see my pretty face

Wondering what will it take to get Baby Bone at they place

To buss a load right in they face

Drop a load, your ho is throwing it back for me

Baby Bone adapt and change the game

Switching lanes in Cadillacs, a battle axe on my lap

For any fuck-boy in my range

Lately been feeling deranged, I might go out with a bang

Toss me a couple grenades, blow up the city

To watch it go down in flames and it was I to blame

And it was I who paved the way

All my little underground babies, enemies mad that I made it out

One of the greatest from the South

That 3 to the 0 to the 5 tatted on me till I die

Don't wanna link with you now, you got me fucked up, mane

Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth, lil' bitch, yeah