Lyrics On Fire!! - Tana Hendrix

I keep a bad bitch she for show
She know I'm ten toes to the soul
Plug know the packs in send a load
I put the trap in a figure four
Spin with the stick hitting getting low
I'm in a bag colors I can't fold
Never too much always wanting more
Popping my shit got me back in that mode
Menace a felon I keep me a pole
Won't catch me lacking I go up the road
And when I come home know my foot on they throat
City know I put on like a motherfucking show
Got my four pockets full bitch I feel like the goat
Know I'm off of the top like a mask I just go
Mariah I carry these notes

I feel In love with the blues
So I treat my bitch like the last one
Been hittin these hoes by the twos
I told the bros I can pass one
Dropping the top this the fast one
Fingers they itch til the bag come
Been with the smoke like a bad lung
We get to spinning this mad fun
Rackies be calling my phone bet I pick it up
Feel like the world on my shoulders I lift it up
Skinny nigga with a blick make me big enough
If she a rider I'm inside her put dick in her
Catch her lying throw a way I get rid of her
Back to money this a movie new cinema
In the trap exotic bags of this indica
Florida water out the pot no peninsula
Fuck these bitches catch the top yeah I'm bending her
I can't catch no feelings know that I'm renting her
Fucking up her inches know I put ten in her
Yeah ima dog off the leash if her friend with her
Big ol stepper see the city on fibula
Killas trappers scammers in my perimeter
Chemist mixing pints ice in the cylinder
Trapping doctor you cash app it no signature

I'm in a mafucking bag
I know the ma fuckers mad
I see these fuck nigga hating
Smoke out the bag
Stick with me I'm on your ass
Love when the stick get to shaking
In love with the cash
I triple doubled the racks
I can make any bitch feel amazing
Love just a drug
She the doctors first patient
Ride on that dick
You sit up when you racing
Just like the cadence they switching up
One life to live better live it up
If you in the field better keep it tucked
Blicks a few sticks keep a pump when we linking up
Sometimes I be feeling like tano
Trap out a vacant the stash in the bando
2 Michael Jordan you know for the ammo
Black on black skiiii you know for the camo
Get on these beats you know pain is my element
Exotic that pressure and wok for the medicine
Count it fingers cramping still feeling excellent
Trench baby got the Glock in the elephant
These niggas be fake that's embezzlement
Tana tryna bless a Nigga no testament
Hang with some wolves no Connecticut
Gamble all in know I'm better it