Lil Tank Productions - Narcissistic Tendencies

Pick Yo Manz Up

Imma blow them down
Pick yo mans up
Stomp him down to the ground
Then you take them to the pound
They some dogs
They go bark
So you take them to the park
Give me bands
Give me shooters
We go tear that ass apart
I be rapping all these verses
So you know I'm hella hard
All these skeezers in the club
Run they mouth they some narcs
Call me narcissistic
I'm just being realistic
Know I am a tank
Just going ballistic

Big body Benz
Like she motherfucking Megan
Yeah she eat my meat
But she motherfucking vegan
Rolling down yo hood
All lames what I'm seeing
Yeah I'm hella generous
Tag in broddy yeah we teaming
Yeah they love my music like crack
Know they feening
Never owned a car
So how the fuck I'm speeding
Said a fucking word
Don't know the fucking meaning
Counting bankrolls
All green what I'm seeing

Imma blow them down
Pick yo mans up
Stomp him down to the ground
Then you take them to the pound
They some dogs
They go bark
So you take them to the park
Give me bands
Give me shooters
We go tear that ass apart
I be rapping all these verses
So you know I'm hella hard
All these skeezers in the club
Run they mouth they some narcs
Call me narcissistic
I'm just being realistic
Know I am a tank
Just going ballistic

Fans in the club smoking pressure
I just copped the bag
What you saying is the message
I got patents on my name
So you know I am that pressure
Said these fucking words
Like I am the fucking pastor
I am fucking royalty
Not your average bastard
I am hella sexy
Had yo baby momma flustered
She said I taste good
Like some ketchup and some mustard
Bitch you run yo mouth
But you just a fucking buster buster

Imma blow them down
Pick yo mans up
Stomp him down to the ground
Then you take them to the pound
They some dogs
They go bark
So you take them to the park
Give me bands
Give me shooters
We go tear that ass apart
I be rapping all these verses
So you know I'm hella hard
All these skeezers in the club
Run they mouth they some narcs
Call me narcissistic
I'm just being realistic
Know I am a tank
Just going ballistic

In this bitch
We go turn up in this bitch
Yeah she's hella boney
Share some food with yo bitch
Bitch you hella lame
And I know you shop at Ross
Paper to the celling
So you know I am the boss
Boss ass nigga
Either have it or you don't
Know you fucking hating
Cause the bands what you want
You begging and shit
So I had to cut you off
Better fuck with me
Cause yo man is hella soft

Imma blow them down
Pick yo mans up
Stomp him down to the ground
Then you take them to the pound
They some dogs
They go bark
So you take them to the park
Give me bands
Give me shooters
We go tear that ass apart
I be rapping all these verses
So you know I'm hella hard
All these skeezers in the club
Run they mouth they some narcs
Call me narcissistic
I'm just being realistic
Know I am a tank
Just going ballistic

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Writer(s): Marquan Bailey
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