Pouya - TANK GIRL Lyrics

(Got, got-got-got, got me f*cked up)
(Got, got, got, got me f*cked up)
(Got, got-got-got, got me f*cked up)
(Got, got, got, got me f*cked up) yeah

For the love of money
Stack it up, we add it up to the moon
All But 6 be the f*ckin' platoon
I roll with gorillas and f*ckin' 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*ckboy 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 f*cked up, man
Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth

Lil' bitch, yuh
That 305 (yuh)
All But 6, ay, yeah
F*ck boy
That 305, 305 (yuh)
That 305