PROFIT

Tanker Radio. Ooh, ooh, Spaggotta. Stop flexing bags up on another boy, that ain't Your problem. Go feed them niggas at your table, Boy, them niggas starving. Ain't a nigga at my table ever fuckin' starve. If you starving, that's on you 'cause you wanna Starve, man. Shoot for the stars, man, Bitch, I'm going hard, man. Bitch, I'm balling hard, man, outside with the Stars, man. Don't compare me to no ballout, Bitch, I'm going far, man. Bitch, I'm backing back and back and you know How I'm backing. She said she like a dreadhead, So my dreads is swanging. Bitch, my dreads is swanging. Bitch, you know I'm banging. Bitch, I'm banging back and back and back and Back and... Put his body to the side so He got him resting. I'm like, "Fuck the IRS," bitch, I don't pay My taxes. Want a bitch with me that's bad, You know I'm taxing. Say he having like that, I know that boy having fractions. I just dipped of the party, they ask me What happened. Bitch, I get what I deserve because I put my back in. I went back and back and back and back And back and forth. When my bro walk in The spot, this shit get ugly. Fucked that bitch real quick, she told me, Got two five in the crib, got a munchie. I can go like this, she don't want money. Uh, I in the spot 30 R's in my Lap. Uh, me and Iron, if told him, Run it back. Put him on a feature, It's like fifteen hundred cash. Uh, undercover storms over me, I'm back. Uh, I keep rolling my eyes if he run It back. I keep running, I ever wanna talk. Bitch, I'm gonna kill my buddy and his hot Log. Tanker Radio. Ayy, got on my one-thirty mask, Ayy, ayy, Posted in the club counting racks, Ayy, my nigga backing off the tracks, ayy, If that nigga run, then shoot him in his Back, ayy, ayy. Don't know what I'd doing if I didn't rap, ayy, ayy. If he try me, then he get the clap, Ayy, Ayy.