Tana Lyrics

Check it Apple Pay her for the plane

Shawty you too far way like

Make her really runaway like

I know a place you can stay

A thousand dollar BNB

Every Position I be tryna tweak

Ima pull up in the V

Ina backseat she gonna let me beat

To the party we gonna creep

Baby in the night ima thief

Glocky on me in the street

Cause if you think I'm lacking i'ma sweep

Hit ya bitch it ain't sweet

Nah I had to intitate the beef

I Make the ops think it's a glitch

I got this fashion on me with a switch

Smoke a nigga like some cancer

If that's the cops talking I can't answer

Bob the builder with the hammer

Please do run up I just hit the fan up

Autotune me like tana

I like strippers bitches from Atlanta

Ima fly her out so I can blam her

Give a fuck about a nigga

Say you a gangsta but you got touched

How you got popped nigga what the fuck

Nigga snitching like who can I trust

Backdoor I like setting Niggas up

Niggas ain't beefing delirious

When you saw me us nobody got touched

Niggas be bitches really be on periods

Shit don't gotta say you know what's up

Bro be shooting like he on the bucks

Milwaukee bro shoot who move wocky

Fuck ya ego you ain't cocky

Hit ya bitch cause she say I'm ocky

All this money got her walling

Word to my mother I don't check the balance

Pussy nigga need a stylist

I just did it cause I'm really that

I can really put you on like

I can really put you on

I ain't really tryna talk like

Ima fuck her through the phone

Ima get her in the zone

Now she really tryna smoke

I can't leave her in my home like

she gon really try to

Babygirl she be stealing like

She be really tryna feel it