TANK
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mafia killing the game
Not feeling the same. I am the truth. You is a lame
Kill em with the muthafuckin aim
You're in my way
Fuck with the D.O.A. Make yo gang go M.I.A
I made a muthafuckin promise to my fucking squad
I shot em with choppa and I sent him to his moms
I'm feeling real grizzly, all the homies call me Ja
I told that fucking boy 'don't ever be what you is not'
You don't wanna break a law but I'm smashing that shit
All you muthafuckas soft and I'm strapped in this bitch
I'm getting freaky with this broad and I'm packing her shit
I'm the muthafuckin lord of this fashion n shit
In the tank. Hit the bank. Sipping on my fucking drank
In the tank. Hit the bank. Swerving through the interstate
In the tank. Hit the bank. Smoking on this stupid stank
In the tank. Hit the bank. Muscle on the fucking crank
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mafia killing the game
Not feeling the same. I am the truth. You is a lame
Kill em with the muthafuckin aim
You're in my way
Fuck with the D.O.A. Make yo gang go M.I.A
She hates my aroma every time I'm over
Cuz that shit remind a bitch of how I fucking hold her
Wait. I said hold up. Wish I woulda told her
I could be your demon if you come a lil closer
Would it be me if that shit wasn't about me?
Moving all the furniture and TV off the balcony
Bitch I feel like Britney, smashing everything around me
Rowdy. All this negativity surrounds me
I'm with the mafia killing the game
Not feeling the same. I am the truth. You is a lame
Kill em with the muthafuckin aim
You're in my way
Fuck with the D.O.A. Make yo gang go M.I.A
I made a muthafuckin promise to my fucking squad
I shot em with choppa and I sent him to his moms
I'm feeling real grizzly, all the homies call me Ja
I told that fucking boy 'don't ever be what you is not'
You don't wanna break a law but I'm smashing that shit
All you muthafuckas soft and I'm strapped in this bitch
I'm getting freaky with this broad and I'm packing her shit
I'm the muthafuckin lord of this fashion n shit
In the tank. Hit the bank. Sipping on my fucking drank
In the tank. Hit the bank. Swerving through the interstate
In the tank. Hit the bank. Smoking on this stupid stank
In the tank. Hit the bank. Muscle on the fucking crank
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mafia killing the game
Not feeling the same. I am the truth. You is a lame
Kill em with the muthafuckin aim
You're in my way
Fuck with the D.O.A. Make yo gang go M.I.A
She hates my aroma every time I'm over
Cuz that shit remind a bitch of how I fucking hold her
Wait. I said hold up. Wish I woulda told her
I could be your demon if you come a lil closer
Would it be me if that shit wasn't about me?
Moving all the furniture and TV off the balcony
Bitch I feel like Britney, smashing everything around me
Rowdy. All this negativity surrounds me
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Writer(s): Luis Alvaro Roman Rivera, Patryk Patyna
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