Tank Lyrics

Damn, J Master, damn Damn, Master

Jump out the tank with a stick All of these bitches got thirties

Nailing that bitch off a perky After that, she got Slurp me

Fuck a bitch, she gotta go I drink and finesse on the Road

You play, we tagging your toes Facts put you in a bag and a hole

We moving too fast, you goslows We doing the dash Ina rolls

I told the fuck, sos that's the bro we bastards

Crib like GTA, drop nascar

SRT8, that's the track hawk

Don't you spe eed, we gon' pass ya

Shoot for real, we don't play with poles

Rock amiris, these playing clothes

They do it free, you paying hoes Just keep it a

G, that's the way it go

These Louis sneaks ain't mikes no more

We shooting shit, we don't fight no more

My ruger clip don't fit tight no more

We Uber shit, I got pipes on guns

You got looser lips just like your hoe You losing it, we'll wipe your nose

Jump out the tank with a stick All of these bitches got thirty's

Nailing that bitch off a perky After that, she got Slurp me

Fuck a bitch, she gotta go I jug and finesse on the road

You play, we tagging your toes Facts put you in a bag and a hole

Put you in a bag and a ditch Life is lit, we rich

They better stop playing like we ain't been gettin' Money

Like we ain't been doing them trips

Yeah, it's up, we back on the road

Got your bitch in the back with no clothes

Got the bitch going low, low

She told me put her back on her throat

She told me watch out for her weave

I told that bitch, get on your knees She like, percs I got RPs

Explicit drugs and Jar weed

Get around bros and don't know how to act

This bitch is a nat, nigga, you front

My shooters attack, we moving in packs

Jump out the tank with a stick All of these bitches got thirty's

Nailing that bitch off a perky After that, she got Slurp me

Fuck a bitch, she gotta go I drink and finesse on the Road

You play, we tagging your toes Facts put you in a bag and a hole