Khaliph - Tank Davis Lyrics

Brand new, shit, brand new
Yeah, brand new
Yeah, brand new
Damn, brand new, all my shit, brand new
Yeah, brand new
And my bitch bad too
Yeah, brand new
Brand new uh brand new
Yeah, brand new
Damn, brand new
Blick it got a blue beam, rich queen
F*ck me in the car, she want hold hands
Oh damn, clip a bring the bitch, out a grown man
So sad, niggas ran his pockets, he off four xans
I just want the money, I start thinking like my old man
Marni on my body, I been f*cking up the whole gram
Bitches used to laugh, now them digits got them hoes prayin
Man, these niggas tripping, they been snitching on they own mans
Damn, straight folded, whole team soldiers
Hottest in my city, I been feeling like Hova
All this good gas got me high, moon rover
Tell them niggas to talkin if he
Just know that boul deserved it if I ever catch a case
That bitch left the crib in crutches, she can't never say she faked
All my niggas pulling money, had to hand my bro a rake
Pay them boys to cut the grass, we ain't worried about no snakes
We ain't worried about no
Bang Tank Davis, high like spaceships
All white diamonds from the jewelers, shine racist
She ain't even got no GED, and high maintenance
Liphy workin , can't even get no sleep, that's how he famous
Hundred grand, couple grams, do him bad
Yeah, hold it down, hundred rounds from the pound
Yeah, make a sound, put him down, he not around uh yea