TANK! (Cypher) (feat. Gecko, .D.B., Jereh, Facade & Norwood)
(Ha, Ha, Ha, Yo)
Knock of the reaper
The kick that's knockin' your speakers
They tryna overthrow me (the king of this shit)
Cassius, Brutus, and Caesar
I'm past these pussies and sleepers
Faker than their chains and their sneakers
Take in the blockbuster feature
A creature off of the reefer
Tear up a track with six wheelers just for my own entertainment
I rhyme like I make a paycheck, but write with lines from the basement
The bank ain't giving no statements for me to spit out these statements
You'd think I'm making a million, just hit loogies to pavement
Bitch I'm the lizard, I'm sticking this dick in her gizzards, and she finna go out to eat
Unzipping zippers, undressing like strippers, she told the gecko, that he just get a peek
Showed a little and I stare at the sheets
Hold a medal up, I swear I'm elite
Toe to pedal when they try to compete
The only rapper you could never defeat
Basically, I'm one to stray the beat
Invasively strip phrases down to A to Z
Ain't paid to be
I got 'em wait in line, checking time, got 'em all saying please
The patriots ain't even have a run like me
A sight to see, you motherfuckers heightening
My appetite, you an afterthought, a gravel mite
Your highest heights are my c'est la vies
(Aye)
(Slatt)
Fah, my shooter hit at 'ya head, and this like Cowboy Bebop
Jit got no fits, he wear Reeboks
Fuck her so good, she gon sleep talk (she gon)
I just be rapping and clapping at lames
She got all that body but I just want face
My lil bro say trapping a hobby I sat in the lobby and picked up a whole lotta stank
My best friend Ben Frank,
Been faint, you bitches been fake
I flew out to Boston and bought her bunch of seafood and it's coming with steak
Spent a whole lot on that plus a lil bit of other stuff
All these boys super soft like a butter cup
I run plays wit my team tell 'em huddle up
If you play fuck a gun you get sucker punched
Catch you looking one way than it's uppercut
But my homies got tools they don't tussle much
My lil doggie sip lean with the double cup
Lil bro mixing the dirty with 7 up
Gotta get up my funds, said fuck 'allat fun, I wanna see if i could run it up
Tryna be number 1 so that's why I can settle up
Bitch it's DB
Had to put on my shades so they can't see me
My story only happen once it's not gonna repeat
And bout my brothers, bitch it's war
I won't sign no treaties
Smoking on tree leaves (gas)
And I'm popping up on your TV
(Yuh, Aye)
Tapping in with that real rap
Ain't no stoppin we ain't leaving no gaps
We done came with a heater
We knockin your speakers
Too many DB's when you feel that
Talking big money no chit chat
New fit money where the Rick's at?
Doing audio!
Why the hell that boy yelling?
We might just have to go and clip that
Think you better when battling me then I'm locking your head
But I ain't gon need caps
Know my name when I hop on the cypher (Uh)
It's easy giving out free raps
They ain't ready when I drop JVJ
Cuz I'm going up no jet pack
I'm so inspirational people keep taking my flow
At least pay rent for that
Pay homage, I been popping that's word to my momma
Me and jt, getting commas
He just sent me the beat and the track getting hotter than saunas
Get back, talking down might get smacked
Grand prix, make him run laps
Want a feature then you get taxed
That's facts (Yeah)
Back on my grind and I'm getting into it
I put in the hours how else would I do it
I'm so versatile guess I'm a good influence
Not speaking my language I guess you influent
You ain't talking money then get out my way
No there ain't much else to say
Nah, there ain't much to say (Yeah)
Fight my lows off with the highs (Yeah)
Fight my highs off with the lows (Yeah)
Drip from my neck to my toes
If I'm spitting writtens I'm tryna go gold
I'm tryna hit goals while they getting exposed
Get richer than Hov then I'm copping a rolls
Hop in the drop and she popping a pose
She model for Vogue till I made her go rogue (Yeah)
Spit for the soul (Huh)
Too in my zone
Best if you leave me alone
I been a pro (Yeah)
Pistol don't tote
I got that bread I got dough
How you gon talk about what you don't know and I guess I been to known to turn friend to a foe
Back to the road where a pessimist go
Said I'll send a bitch back to the streets (Hah Hah)
She wanna kick it like cleats
Diamonds are they dancing they all on my wreest (huh)
I mean all on my wrist (huh)
Yeah you know I don't trip (huh)
I ain't losing my grip (huh)
Never losing my bitch
My momma said I'm too materialistic
Vomit on tracks you can't deal with my sickness
Test the PH 'cause my shit is acidic
Light speed I got the quickness
Hype beats all turn to misfits
Spark in the park fuck a picnic
Put this shit inside your playlist
YSL that's on my fragrance
High as hell inside my basement
My inner beast I gotta tame it
Industry just full of fakeness
Yeah that's what I been told
Tell me 'bout all of the people who waiting in line at a shot for your spot and they hoping you not gonna have what it takes and I know that it's more than a couple it's 'prolly a lot
Me I don't give 'em attention, a mention, a blessing I give 'em detention the way that they get it that my only option to sit with the bars and just give what I have and what I have what I got
Something inside of you don't feel authentic
The Bentley, the watch, and the pendant
I'll give you a reason it's 'prolly 'cause everything rented
The bots in the comments on what your dependent
I do not what I want
More like do what I can
I been picking the screen
And not picking the pen
Picking the pass putting pressure on bitches and take to the house to put six in the end
You can't stop me or block me I'm like Ray Lewis and blitzing
Watch out I hit the head like I got aimbot precision
50 Cal be hitting hollow tipped ammunition
I got the dead eye on lock to put you out of commission
These Days I feel like I'm Quad I don't care who I'm naming
The Dog of the pack that we smoke in a strain and
A shot from the bar I feeling blind when I'm aiming
I'm whipping the foreign they don't know what I came in
I don't care if they like it I drop it and fuck it
I'm putting out hits so I told em to run it
Say they got the clip but they never gon buck it
Love it or hate it I'm like that easy
Knock of the reaper
The kick that's knockin' your speakers
They tryna overthrow me (the king of this shit)
Cassius, Brutus, and Caesar
I'm past these pussies and sleepers
Faker than their chains and their sneakers
Take in the blockbuster feature
A creature off of the reefer
Tear up a track with six wheelers just for my own entertainment
I rhyme like I make a paycheck, but write with lines from the basement
The bank ain't giving no statements for me to spit out these statements
You'd think I'm making a million, just hit loogies to pavement
Bitch I'm the lizard, I'm sticking this dick in her gizzards, and she finna go out to eat
Unzipping zippers, undressing like strippers, she told the gecko, that he just get a peek
Showed a little and I stare at the sheets
Hold a medal up, I swear I'm elite
Toe to pedal when they try to compete
The only rapper you could never defeat
Basically, I'm one to stray the beat
Invasively strip phrases down to A to Z
Ain't paid to be
I got 'em wait in line, checking time, got 'em all saying please
The patriots ain't even have a run like me
A sight to see, you motherfuckers heightening
My appetite, you an afterthought, a gravel mite
Your highest heights are my c'est la vies
(Aye)
(Slatt)
Fah, my shooter hit at 'ya head, and this like Cowboy Bebop
Jit got no fits, he wear Reeboks
Fuck her so good, she gon sleep talk (she gon)
I just be rapping and clapping at lames
She got all that body but I just want face
My lil bro say trapping a hobby I sat in the lobby and picked up a whole lotta stank
My best friend Ben Frank,
Been faint, you bitches been fake
I flew out to Boston and bought her bunch of seafood and it's coming with steak
Spent a whole lot on that plus a lil bit of other stuff
All these boys super soft like a butter cup
I run plays wit my team tell 'em huddle up
If you play fuck a gun you get sucker punched
Catch you looking one way than it's uppercut
But my homies got tools they don't tussle much
My lil doggie sip lean with the double cup
Lil bro mixing the dirty with 7 up
Gotta get up my funds, said fuck 'allat fun, I wanna see if i could run it up
Tryna be number 1 so that's why I can settle up
Bitch it's DB
Had to put on my shades so they can't see me
My story only happen once it's not gonna repeat
And bout my brothers, bitch it's war
I won't sign no treaties
Smoking on tree leaves (gas)
And I'm popping up on your TV
(Yuh, Aye)
Tapping in with that real rap
Ain't no stoppin we ain't leaving no gaps
We done came with a heater
We knockin your speakers
Too many DB's when you feel that
Talking big money no chit chat
New fit money where the Rick's at?
Doing audio!
Why the hell that boy yelling?
We might just have to go and clip that
Think you better when battling me then I'm locking your head
But I ain't gon need caps
Know my name when I hop on the cypher (Uh)
It's easy giving out free raps
They ain't ready when I drop JVJ
Cuz I'm going up no jet pack
I'm so inspirational people keep taking my flow
At least pay rent for that
Pay homage, I been popping that's word to my momma
Me and jt, getting commas
He just sent me the beat and the track getting hotter than saunas
Get back, talking down might get smacked
Grand prix, make him run laps
Want a feature then you get taxed
That's facts (Yeah)
Back on my grind and I'm getting into it
I put in the hours how else would I do it
I'm so versatile guess I'm a good influence
Not speaking my language I guess you influent
You ain't talking money then get out my way
No there ain't much else to say
Nah, there ain't much to say (Yeah)
Fight my lows off with the highs (Yeah)
Fight my highs off with the lows (Yeah)
Drip from my neck to my toes
If I'm spitting writtens I'm tryna go gold
I'm tryna hit goals while they getting exposed
Get richer than Hov then I'm copping a rolls
Hop in the drop and she popping a pose
She model for Vogue till I made her go rogue (Yeah)
Spit for the soul (Huh)
Too in my zone
Best if you leave me alone
I been a pro (Yeah)
Pistol don't tote
I got that bread I got dough
How you gon talk about what you don't know and I guess I been to known to turn friend to a foe
Back to the road where a pessimist go
Said I'll send a bitch back to the streets (Hah Hah)
She wanna kick it like cleats
Diamonds are they dancing they all on my wreest (huh)
I mean all on my wrist (huh)
Yeah you know I don't trip (huh)
I ain't losing my grip (huh)
Never losing my bitch
My momma said I'm too materialistic
Vomit on tracks you can't deal with my sickness
Test the PH 'cause my shit is acidic
Light speed I got the quickness
Hype beats all turn to misfits
Spark in the park fuck a picnic
Put this shit inside your playlist
YSL that's on my fragrance
High as hell inside my basement
My inner beast I gotta tame it
Industry just full of fakeness
Yeah that's what I been told
Tell me 'bout all of the people who waiting in line at a shot for your spot and they hoping you not gonna have what it takes and I know that it's more than a couple it's 'prolly a lot
Me I don't give 'em attention, a mention, a blessing I give 'em detention the way that they get it that my only option to sit with the bars and just give what I have and what I have what I got
Something inside of you don't feel authentic
The Bentley, the watch, and the pendant
I'll give you a reason it's 'prolly 'cause everything rented
The bots in the comments on what your dependent
I do not what I want
More like do what I can
I been picking the screen
And not picking the pen
Picking the pass putting pressure on bitches and take to the house to put six in the end
You can't stop me or block me I'm like Ray Lewis and blitzing
Watch out I hit the head like I got aimbot precision
50 Cal be hitting hollow tipped ammunition
I got the dead eye on lock to put you out of commission
These Days I feel like I'm Quad I don't care who I'm naming
The Dog of the pack that we smoke in a strain and
A shot from the bar I feeling blind when I'm aiming
I'm whipping the foreign they don't know what I came in
I don't care if they like it I drop it and fuck it
I'm putting out hits so I told em to run it
Say they got the clip but they never gon buck it
Love it or hate it I'm like that easy
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Writer(s): Cole Schmidt
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