Can't be fucked with records
You know who started this shit

Gettin' that money, gettin' that bread
Free my niggas out the feds
We don't love no bitches
Money on six, everything I do for my gang
And I came from the trenches, throwin' up six
Want me to fall in love? I can't

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine

Big ol' Drac', full of that iron
Wanna get killed? Cross that line
Fours forever, don't fuck with no fives
Cost at least ten hundred more, my line
Big ass house, big ass couch
Put this FN in that big ass mouth
R.I.P. Neff from Eight to South
Youngin' gon' step every time a nigga play
Beat nigga, the only nigga featurin' Drac'
Baow, bitch, get down
First thing they say when a nigga get found, "How?"
Why? 'Cause, bitch, I'm a four-year and we don't fuck with fives
The last nigga played with us got fried
I'll spin back and dump everything out for Rob
I still miss my niggas, miss my killers, miss my mama
Miss my daddy, two-tone Patek when I chill
Run off, you won't get killed

Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Neff
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rob
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on Rece
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alexander Papamitrou, Dion Hayes, Nikolas Papamitrou