Tank on Full - Caskey

I’m a bet, you could bank on me

At the same time, I bank on self, gotta bank on me

When I step out of the house

Got a burner and a blunt full of mothafuckin' dank on me

I don’t give a fuck what they say when they talk

So you ain’t gotta think on me

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the mothafuckin' tank on E

Even when the tank on E

Said they gon' see what I’m 'bout when I come to they city

But they don’t and it’s fake, I see

Bitch, I got a whole lot of guap that I ran up

Motivated by all the hate I see

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the tank on E

Bitch, I don’t

Said I wouldn’t be shit, hm

Rappers talk tough but in real life

They be on geek shit (pew pew pew)

On a road trip gettin' road head

I be on freak shit (bitch)

Broke boys got they hands out

Always lookin' for some free shit

But I slide with the tank on full

Yeah, keep a lil drank on me

Ain’t you the one that was talkin' that tough shit online?

'Til you see me, said we ain’t got beef

But I slide with the tank on full

Even when you ain’t like me, uh

Cut another friend out the circle

So I had to put another Cuban link on me

I’m a bet, you could bank on me

At the same time, I bank on self, gotta bank on me

When I step out of the house

Got a burner and a blunt full of mothafuckin' dank on me

I don’t give a fuck what they say when they talk

So you ain’t gotta think on me

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the tank on E

Yeah, even when the tank on E

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the tank on E

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the tank on E

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the tank on E, I’ma reload

And I shoot more than once, not a free throw

I done came from the future

I got real sisters in the coupe and I’m still goin' beast mode

Spill drink on the Birdman peacoat

Hit her cell, in the car, she deepthroat

Shit’s real, even though I got bank

Even if I got other hoes, she still wanna elope

Boy, I got a new thing for the summer

I don’t gangbang but I bang for the money

I’m with the bird, man, but the name ain’t Stunna

I’m in the 305 and I’m hangin' with Stunna

Bitch, I’m on a race to the money

Shots rang out, they don’t know who done it

Keep it one, but the coupe hit two hunnid

I’m a bet, you could bank on me

At the same time, I bank on self, gotta bank on me

When I step out of the house

Got a burner and a blunt full of mothafuckin' dank on me

I don’t give a fuck what they say when they talk

So you ain’t gotta think on me

Bitch, I slide with the tank on full

Even when the mothafuckin' tank on E