RMC Mike
Tank
[Intro: Sweezee Don]
Sweezee

[Verse 1: Sweezee Don]
N***as on bullshit, we keep that with us (We got it)
Me, Loski, and Mike, boy, that's three straps with us (Straps)
I just rolled up a 'Wood with a three-five in it (Three-five)
Bitch, my cream soda dirty as an Eastside n***a (Dirty)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Lil' bro'nem in the field playin' pass the shooter
He hit a n***a six times, lil' cousin came and added to it
N***as 'round here snitchin' like a bitch, a bunch of Ratatouilles
High as hell, liquid in my cup look like transmission fluid

[Verse 3: MadeMan Lo]
Could pay to get you gone, but I'd rather do it
Headshot up close, Mike, bro, I heard him, he pooted (I got him)
Really travel with that dog, it get deeper than music (Yeah, Southside shit)
You the type to freeze up, homie beg you to shoot it (Get low)

[Verse 4: Sweezee Don]
Boy, these n***as only tough when they at the computer (Hams)
If I hit him with a bag, n***as barely could move it (N***as can't)
I got some okay shit that I sell to the tourists (It's alright)
And got some fire-ass blow that I'm sellin' to shooters (That shit)
[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Loski got that baby Glock on him, I got a big Ruger
Sweezee walked in with a K, he like to misuse it
Got an eight of red from my fiend, her name Miss Suzie
Break a brick down to twenty rocks and get this bitch boomin'

[Verse 6: MadeMan Lo]
How your bitch got a bag and you ain't got one? (OG)
Meet me 'round Texas Family Dollar, I'll spot you one (Free the money bag)
Broski with the gadgets on the K look like a water gun (Supersoaker)
I heard that food was good and went and bought me some (I did)

[Verse 7: Sweezee Don, RMC Mike & MadeMan Lo]
My kids gotta eat, so I gotta make the dollars come (I gotta get it)
Even if we friends, n***a, I'll sell your mama somethin' (I don't care)
How the fuck is you a killer and you ain't got a gun?
I'll have a lil' n***a come smoke you for a knot of ones
Bro, let me shoot him in his face, show him his shit stank
Graduated, no more shoeboxes for the fish tanks
I been in the kitchen all day doin' the wrist break
Run through the whole fuckin' bag, then drop a mixtape
I don't play the drums, I'll let a stick bang (Boom)
Fendis got the eyes on the side like a fish face (Like a fish)

[Verse 8: MadeMan Lo]
And I don't need no kitchen, just some sockets for a blender (OG)
And two or three boy heads that's some big spenders (OG)
Be smooth with that wood, that bitch leave splinters (Rrah)
You lookin' up to rats, you friends with Master Splinter (Rat)
[Verse 9: RMC Mike]
N***as ain't got no type of grind, they only last the winter
Drunk a three of Hi-Tech and almost crashed the rental
Bro been goin' crazy with them numbers, he a mathematician
Last week, my nephew stabbed his bitch, but it was accidental

[Verse 10: Sweezee Don]
Lil' cuz ain't old enough to vote and he packin' pistols (Young kid)
Ready to murk a grown n***a off a half a Skittle (Racks)
Surely it was days we ain't even have a nickel (Yeah)
Now on a short week, a n***a move a half a chicken

[Verse 11: RMC Mike]
Lo had an eight, I had an eight, so we matched a nickel
I'm the type to fire on a fan if he act suspicious
You can't buy no drank from me unless we match it, n***a
Last night, I got a sixty-nine with a plastic pistol

[Verse 12: MadeMan Lo]
Boy, I'll smack the bird out a rental, won't shh to you
Feel you suspects in my flunky, I don't wanna meet (Nah)
It be the laziest n***as sayin' they wasn't eatin' (They gotta work)
Sixteen-hours drives, pussy, you would go to sleep (Stay woke)

[Verse 13: Sweezee Don]
I been found out these n***as don't like me (I been knew it)
But let me find out these n***as talkin' spicy (Let me hear that shit)
Say what's the tag on his head? 'Cause I'm pricy (How much it cost?)
I put a check on his ass like some Nikes (Just do it)
[Verse 14: RMC Mike & Sweezee Don]
Nephew got a fuckin' .308, he only nineteen
Nasty n***a, drop a four of Wocky in my iced tea
I just gave an RP to somebody wifey (Here you go, boo)
Bape joggy on and my buffs white as icin'
Put your lil' bitch out the trap, she actin' triflin'
Unc' told me some shit I can't share, this shit is priceless