Tank lyrics

[Intro: Sweezee Don]
Sweezee

[Verse 1: Sweezee Don]
n*ggas on bullsh*t, we keep that with us (We got it)
Me, Loski, and Mike, boy, that's three straps with us (Straps)
I just rolled up a 'Wood with a three-five in it (Three-five)
b*tch, my cream soda dirty as an Eastside n*gga (Dirty)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Lil' bro'nem in the field playin' pass the shooter
He hit a n*gga six times, lil' cousin came and added to it
n*ggas 'round here snitchin' like a b*tch, a bunch of Ratatouilles
High as hell, liquid in my cup look like transmission fluid

[Verse 3: MadeMan Lo]
Could pay to get you gone, but I'd rather do it
Headshot up close, Mike, bro, I heard him, he pooted (I got him)
Really travel with that dog, it get deeper than music (Yeah, Southside sh*t)
You the type to freeze up, homie beg you to shoot it (Get low)

[Verse 4: Sweezee Don]
Boy, these n*ggas only tough when they at the computer (Hams)
If I hit him with a bag, n*ggas barely could move it (n*ggas can't)
I got some okay sh*t that I sell to the tourists (It's alright)
And got some fire-ass blow that I'm sellin' to shooters (That sh*t)
[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Loski got that baby Glock on him, I got a big Ruger
Sweezee walked in with a K, he like to misuse it
Got an eight of red from my fiend, her name Miss Suzie
Break a brick down to twenty rocks and get this b*tch boomin'

[Verse 6: MadeMan Lo]
How your b*tch got a bag and you ain't got one? (OG)
Meet me 'round Texas Family Dollar, I'll spot you one (Free the money bag)
Broski with the gadgets on the K look like a water gun (Supersoaker)
I heard that food was good and went and bought me some (I did)

[Verse 7: Sweezee Don, RMC Mike & MadeMan Lo]
My kids gotta eat, so I gotta make the dollars come (I gotta get it)
Even if we friends, n*gga, I'll sell your mama somethin' (I don't care)
How the f*ck is you a killer and you ain't got a gun?
I'll have a lil' n*gga come smoke you for a knot of ones
Bro, let me shoot him in his face, show him his sh*t stank
Graduated, no more shoeboxes for the fish tanks
I been in the kitchen all day doin' the wrist break
Run through the whole f*ckin' bag, then drop a mixtape
I don't play the drums, I'll let a stick bang (Boom)
Fendis got the eyes on the side like a fish face (Like a fish)

[Verse 8: MadeMan Lo]
And I don't need no kitchen, just some sockets for a blender (OG)
And two or three boy heads that's some big spenders (OG)
Be smooth with that wood, that b*tch leave splinters (Rrah)
You lookin' up to rats, you friends with Master Splinter (Rat)
[Verse 9: RMC Mike]
n*ggas ain't got no type of grind, they only last the winter
Drunk a three of Hi-Tech and almost crashed the rental
Bro been goin' crazy with them numbers, he a mathematician
Last week, my nephew stabbed his b*tch, but it was accidental

[Verse 10: Sweezee Don]
Lil' cuz ain't old enough to vote and he packin' pistols (Young kid)
Ready to murk a grown n*gga off a half a Skittle (Racks)
Surely it was days we ain't even have a nickel (Yeah)
Now on a short week, a n*gga move a half a chicken

[Verse 11: RMC Mike]
Lo had an eight, I had an eight, so we matched a nickel
I'm the type to fire on a fan if he act suspicious
You can't buy no drank from me unless we match it, n*gga
Last night, I got a sixty-nine with a plastic pistol

[Verse 12: MadeMan Lo]
Boy, I'll smack the bird out a rental, won't shh to you
Feel you suspects in my flunky, I don't wanna meet (Nah)
It be the laziest n*ggas sayin' they wasn't eatin' (They gotta work)
Sixteen-hours drives, pus*y, you would go to sleep (Stay woke)

[Verse 13: Sweezee Don]
I been found out these n*ggas don't like me (I been knew it)
But let me find out these n*ggas talkin' spicy (Let me hear that sh*t)
Say what's the tag on his head? 'Cause I'm pricy (How much it cost?)
I put a check on his ass like some Nikes (Just do it)
[Verse 14: RMC Mike & Sweezee Don]
Nephew got a f*ckin' .308, he only nineteen
Nasty n*gga, drop a four of Wocky in my iced tea
I just gave an RP to somebody wifey (Here you go, boo)
Bape joggy on and my buffs white as icin'
Put your lil' b*tch out the trap, she actin' triflin'
Unc' told me some sh*t I can't share, this sh*t is priceless