Текст песни On Tank - 42 Dugg

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

Gettin' that money, niggas 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, or 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 Mex' to south

Youngin gon' step every time a nigga play
Big Nicki on me, nigga featuring Drake
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 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 Reece
Nigga, on Tank, nigga, on mine