SHARK TANK (feat. Eric North)

Keep me at least thirty bands stuffed inside my fucking pants
Only moving by big weight
Boy don't come to me for grams
Came a way from section eight
Half a burger on my plate
So you ask me how I'm feeling, imma tell you that I'm great
Uh
Imma fucking pessimistic
Go to where I buried you and then I start pissing
She ride like a piston
Up, down, up down
Only acting tough when your homeboys come around
Imma take his soulmate in a flash
Show her all these money bags
Show her what her ex ain't had
Make her say my baby tag
Why the fuck am I like this?
Like to play with your emotions
Pussy's always sweeter when you know deep down you stole it
So, baby come with me
You can rep the PIT
I can fuck you till you're sore, girl I love you on your knees
Be my shorty, be my queen, be my girly, be my ting
I could cause a fucking riot baby, let me be your king

Okay this the realest one
Imma sneak the gun inside the building and blow it up just like the semidome
"Ay, what you smoking?" That's gorilla thumb
Baby asked me for a pic, like "hell yeah" and then she give me some
These corny niggas I ain't into them
I integrated hella plans to get your head, now I'm killing them
It's 2020 why you into them?
I think that death is so imminent imma have to call up twin and them

Swimming with the big fish
You can find me in the shark tank
Aim to kill I promise you
My dawgs will leave a mark aye
Boy don't try to start me
Bow down, before I throw em' in the shark tank
Head shot, It look like you got a man down
Lurking in the shadows
Feeling shallow with my head down
Pit gang reaper
Hear me stomping in surround sound
Everybody think they god now
But I will never bow down



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Writer(s): Prod. Bughvvl
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