On Tank

[Intro]
Can't 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 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 **** 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 **** 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