tank ft. Claire Yotts Lyrics

Just ran up the bank

Walk to the tank

Whining lil bitch gone me all late

Put me in rick

Come to the van

I'm gonna fly all the way to LA

(Woah)

Dumping that clutch in the V tho

Like swerve

Glock hit that boy

Its right in his face

I got a pistol, a glock and a vape

(Woah)

Aye, dumb Bentley going insane

I got a drop that boy gave me a name

Blud talking shit we gone stay for the bang

Grill a mans wig turn to a light weight

I had to swerve yall and go to the wraith

Wait

Wait

I had to go to the

Wait

Bank

I just done come out the bank

Bank

Bands

I played my way to the game

Bad lil bitch on me

Im with the gang

Yeah she gay

I got a one night hit

Aye

Sorry little bitch yeah I walk with a limp

pull out the chop now its hitting his rib

Aim 4OP ya glock on my waist

Hey

She hate the way I spend my dough

She hate the way that I'm making more money than her fucking mom and her auntie now

Hey

Rocking all critters and Saint Laurent

Smoking on reef i got ready to go

If im gone pull up the 2 give him work

I got 4 pockets on me

All of them filled with money

Smoking and stacking that green

Yuh

Like my girls dirty not clean

A demon you know she a fiend

They jealous i'm living their dream

Talk shit

But I cant fuck with these haters

She mad

No one would play her

Lil shawty no I cannot date her

Told her i would see you later

I cannot hand out no favours

Run up the bands

New double C's

New drip just for the week