[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)
Lit like Thomas Edison (Yeah), I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements (Yeah)
In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)
Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine (Yeah), and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
I carry mine (Back-back-back)
I carry mine, I carry mine (Doo-doo-doot)

[Verse: Chris King]
I'm heartbreaker but I'm sippin' all the timе
Shoot out the roof and then I hit him in his spine
I'll knock a bitch down, I don't carе about her size
Lil' n***a's a birthday, I got a wrapped surprise
Take a couple Henny shots, now a n***a paralyzed
We break the rules, n***a, we don't comply
We break the law for a piece of the pie
I'm a rockstar 'til the day I die
Hol' up, get to feel like a playground, my n***as gon' slide
Put a bitch on her knees, like I get me sign
Young Yaweh, you bitches, his face look like mine
Hol' up, grippin' the chopper like Malcom X, peak through the blinds
Watchin' the smile, it might you leave blind
I think that Johnny Dang must took his time
Hol' up, I came from butcher stone, it wasn't VVS
All of my n***as was DVS
I got prescriptions more than a CVS
A n***a got pills but I think it's pressed
I was broke as a joke, you haven't seen a debt
Now I got money, I need to flex
I fly in snotty nose like a fighter jet
Tell me where the lighter at
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
In the back of my lac' (Back, back), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (That 14)
Lit like Thomas Edison (Hol' up), I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements
In the back of my lac', with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest
Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
I carry mine
I carry mine