Tanka Mantra Lyrics

Here we go

Do what I gotta

Here we go

I

I do what I gotta

Do what I gotta

Positive mind be the mantra

Nigga would contradict, hypocrite doing shit

Not for nothing he won't be with

Ganja bust

You think it's just clip

(Boom)

Pachysandra hit

Cassandra was all in my comments

Like, "Yo what's all this hype?

What's all this hype?"

Because of my commas, rye

Pour it (poet)

A tanka night

Saucy

They salty like (pour)

Rim of the liqs

Faulty a fem he a bitch

Screenshot

And our convo was sent

Ill intents, ill intense, ill in tints

Yo, manipulations

That man need citation

Chilly so nippy my bracelet

All it be nipped in the bud

Ol buddy I'm flexing it up

On Nip I spent something got back like

A hundred for one

Been Frank but a hundred and one

And my honey a hunt em for hers

Fuck nigga

Fuck nigga, yo

Fuck nigga

I'm ready

How you want it, desi, machete?

Choices so poison, zo deadly

Harmonic amphetamines

Fed by any means (uh)

Fork fed me the fetti

Yo I been had it

Wap from a trap queen

Since jamming to Fetty

Flowers and all the confetti hard earned

Kept my head in the Jerry Spinelli (Jerry Spinelli)

Until in a rocker

I rock it like Marty Jannetty

Match vibe game heavy

(I'm edgy)

Until in a rocker

I rock it like Marty Jannetty

Match vibe game heavy

Yo V

Roll one up