On Tank

[Intro]

Can't be fucked with records

(Tryna see my young nigga, he comin' from)

(Comin' from)

You know who started this shit

(Part two)

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine

[Verse]

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 evеry time a nigga play

Big Nicki on me, nigga, featuring Drakе

Bow, 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 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

[Chorus]

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine