TANK GIRL

(Got, got-got-got, got me fucked up)

(Got, got, got, got me fucked up)

(Got, got-got-got, got me fucked up)

(Got, got, got, got me fucked up) yeah

For the love of money

Stack it up, we add it up to the moon

All But 6 be the fuckin' platoon

I roll with gorillas and fuckin' buffoons

Guerilla warfare, you don't really wanna go there

Baby Bone, better prepare, I light up the flares

Come out the bushes and run up the stairs, yeah

They can't care for running my money up

Don't really care 'bout the politics, load up the hollow tips

Follow me into the storm, I'm leading the way

Then follow me into my grave

Be precise and don't make mistakes

Then put the knife on and AK spray

Everybody that you see today

Don't nobody get in my fucking way

I don't need my flowers

I need my check before the hour's done

You cowards never rattle me up

Blow my dick and swallow my nut

You rappers got me fucked up

These hoes be getting no love

Sitting alone on my sofa

No bitches just me and my doja

I roll up in the tank

I'ma go shoot up a bank

I'ma go hard in the paint

Hakuna matata, that reefer take all of my problems away

I feel like a saint, bitches pull up and they faint

When they see my pretty face

Wondering what will it take to get Baby Bone at they place

To bust a load right in they face

Drop it low, your ho was throwing it back for me

Baby Bone the dap and change the game

Switchin' lanes and Cadillacs, a bad deluxe

Got my lead for any fuckboy in my range

Lately been feelin' deranged, I might go out with a bang

Toss me a couple grenades

Blow up the cities and watch it go down in flames

And it was I took blame and it was I who paved the way

All my lil' underground babies

Enemies mad that I made it out, one of the greatest from the South

That three to the O to the five, tatted on me 'til I die

Don't wanna link with you now, you got me fucked up, man

Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth

Lil' bitch, yuh

That 305 (yuh)

All But 6, ay, yeah

Fuck boy

That 305, 305 (yuh)

That 305