Letra Tank on full Caskey

Tank on full

I'm a bet, you could bank on me
At the same time, I bank on myself, 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 [?]
Everyone 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 myself, 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
Thought I came from the future
I got real sisters in the coupe and I'm still goin' beast mode
Spill drink on the Burberry peacoat
Hit her cell, out the car, while 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 myself, 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