On Tank

[Intro]
Cant be ****ed 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 dont 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 cant
[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, dont **** 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, Im a four-year and we dont **** 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 wont 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