Lyrics Tanaban - Tana Hendrix feat. YNW Talaban

Get it off the boat
Working hands on deck now
This my life you know that live it
Ain't no more regrets now
Finger fuck it been in a bag
I'm talking sex now
From the trenches deep in that water
The money wet now
Money got me power I'm Thugging
I got respect now
Went pro from the jets
Get higher than any jet now
Bag fulla blues
Run marathons with the set now
Stepping on these Niggas like FILA's
You know I love Atlanta
Kick it with the bloodies and Slimies
You know that fuck with tana
In love with the colors and drugs
I'm mixing Tropicana
Excuse me Mr. can't get enough
Smoke keep a extra hammer
Felon, know I keep it on me
Can't do that dirt on camera
Spinning with the shooters
I pass the rock yeah assist the handles
Know we okay for keeps With your life
Why these fuck niggas gamble
AR, FN, AK
They think I'm playing Scramble
Heart been cold
Got me riding around with this fucking heater
Made it from the trench
Got me walking round like a fucking Zebra
In love with these racks
One reason that I don't fuck with people
Tell you that they "Love You " but
You really they just do fucking evil
Been about a check now
I'm going up like a fucking Adidas
Watching for the cross
Count my blessing
But ion trust the preacher
Never had a big dawg cause
Nigga I am the fucking LEADER
Pain in this soda
Too much I need another liter

Me and Talaban with smoke laced fentanyl
Cap that you selling I ain't smelling I ain't feeling y'all
I been in the trap overtime I ain't getting off
Sliding with my dawgs if it's up take the ceiling off
Know I'm off the top suicide nigga big boss
Dripping when I put this shit on still get the lick off
Tripped and fell in love with these blues
Trying to get rich off
Striking! Like a model no photos
Can't get the pic off
Me and Talaban with smoke laced fentanyl
Cap that you selling I ain't smelling I ain't feeling y'all
I been in the trap overtime I ain't getting off
Sliding with my dawgs if it's up take the ceiling off
Know I'm off the top suicide nigga big boss
Dripping when I put this shit on still get the lick off
Tripped and fell in love with these blues
Trying to get rich off
Striking! Like a model no photos
Can't get the pic off

I come from the bottom
Now it's up and I'm ahead now
Fuck it, I can't wait no more
For real I want his head tapped
They see I got that power in this shit
I got him scared now
Foot on the pedal
I know they waiting for me to crash out
Saving my money
The only way I'm about to cash out
Go on a drill
You bet not bitch
And bet not bag out
They was sleeping on me
Said fuck it! I'm on they ass now
Never catch me lacking
Keep some shooters in the background
I fuck with my kind
And no these Niggas can not hang
They be claiming they street
But Niggas really dropping names
Never switch up on my brothers
Told my niggas never change
I've been sipping on this drink
It got me serving thru the lanes
All that pillow talking
Niggas Really doing really lame
I get head from a lil hoe
And I didn't even know her name
Niggas get to acting funny
When they come up on some change
R.I.P my brothers
Ima pop it in your name
I got three different spots
When you pull up in the hood
And I'm steady doing shit
These niggas wishing that they could
Had to cut the lil bitch off
Because I know she wasn't no good
And they know that I'm with it
Nigga let's get that understood
At the top of the chain
They got me feeling like I'm Shug
I can never be a Bum
I gotta get up and get to it
InStead doing all that talking
Shut the fuck up and go do it
When you come from that mud
You know you really be influenced
And them people be watching
You gotta know what you doing

Get it off the boat
Working hands on deck now
This my life you know that live it
Ain't no more regrets now
Finger fuck it been in a bag
I'm talking sex now
From the trenches deep in that water
The money wet now
Money got me power I'm Thugging
I got respect now
Went pro from the jets
Get higher than any jet now
Bag fulla blues
Run marathons with the set now
Stepping on these Niggas like FILA's
You know I love Atlanta
Kick it with the bloodies and Slimies
You know that fuck with tana
In love with the colors and drugs
I'm mixing Tropicana
Excuse me Mr. can't get enough
Smoke keep a extra hammer
Felon, know I keep it on me
Can't do that dirt on camera
Spinning with the shooters
I pass the rock yeah assist the handles
Know we okay for keeps With your life
Why these fuck niggas gamble
AR, FN, AK
They think I'm playing Scramble

Me and Talaban with smoke laced fentanyl
Cap that you selling I ain't smelling I ain't feeling y'all
I been in the trap overtime I ain't getting off
Sliding with my dawgs if it's up take the ceiling off
Know I'm off the top suicide nigga big boss
Dripping when I put this shit on still get the lick off
Tripped and fell in love with these blues
Trying to get rich off
Striking! Like a model no photos
Can't get the pic off