paroles de chanson I'm in a tank - Raymond Xu Vlog

They lying on the internet
Why would someone go tell a lie
On the internet

Lemme tell you the truth about he, vs me
Why would you

He got a stick
I got a trunk
He got a clip, and put it in his gun
Gun go bang
But im in a tank
Bulldoze his house, and the pipes go clank
Get a new account, cannon holes in his bank
If he fucks around, I cannon his plane
My tank got treads, I destroy his lane
His spray is lead, my bombs are rain
Said he got dough, but I got grain
Fed fam that bread, steak on my plate
His bricks in the shed, I got bigger weight
Warehouses spread, out of state
He looked iced out, but my online money more safe
He got a strap he shout

He want his .223's to fuck with me
My .446 or .8812s, got so many gats you can see them from out of town
He kill one guy one time, I kill everyone around
Every side, north east west or south
Sly, he keep his semi tucked
My weapon too big can't hide a rifle butt
He extendo clips, I got a bullet truck
He hollow tips, in my armor stuck
He snap off the rip, i clap for my son
He got a bad bitch, i got more than some
He aint no snitch, court says he's one

He got a stick
I got a trunk
He got a clip, and put it in his gun
Gun go bang
But im in a tank
Bulldoze his house, and the pipes go clank
Get a new account, cannon holes in his bank
If he fucks around, I cannon his plane
My tank got treads, I destroy his lane
His spray is lead, my bombs are rain
Said he got dough, but I got grain
Fed fam that bread, steak on my plate
His bricks in the shed, I got bigger weight
Warehouses spread, out of state
He looked iced out, but my online money more safe
He got a strap he shout

You courtside, but I'm in your favorite ball players house
You outside, but I'm in your bed watchin all your blood spill out
Said you fuck my girl but you lied
I keep her locked up in a dungeon, you couldn't meet her if you tried
Your girl crib door keycode seven three eight five
You can chain her up to the wall next to mine
In fact you too, lock you together, form a line
I unchain my girl, we turn to you, it's torture chamber time
I pull out my nine, I ain't do this to write no rhymes
Who flow you stole, this 1st degree a crime
Show me a sign, that you still ain't broke driving a lemon lime
What you said online fake, you a character in Anaheim
I drive over you in my tank, watch you flat out stop trying

He got a stick
I got a trunk
He got a clip, and put it in his gun
Gun go bang
But im in a tank
Bulldoze his house, and the pipes go clank
Get a new account, cannon holes in his bank
If he fucks around, I cannon his plane
My tank got treads, I destroy his lane
His spray is lead, my bombs are rain
Said he got dough, but I got grain
Fed fam that bread, steak on my plate
His bricks in the shed, I got bigger weight
Warehouses spread, out of state
He looked iced out, but my online money more safe
He got a strap he shout

You already know I never lie in a song
Wouldn't even exaggerate a lil bit