On Tank

Can't be fucked with records You know who started this shit Gettin' that money, gettin' that bread Free my niggas 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 Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece Nigga, on Tank, nigga, 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 Eight to South Youngin' gon' step every time a nigga play Beat nigga, the only nigga featurin' Drac' Baow, bitch, get down First thing they say when a nigga get found, "How?" Why? 'Cause, bitch, I'm a four-year and we don't fuck with fives The last nigga played with us got fried I'll spin back and dump everything out for Rob I still miss my niggas, miss my killers, miss my mama Miss my daddy, two-tone Patek when I chill Run off, you won't get killed Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine --- On Tank - 42 Dugg