Full Tank

[Verse 1] This hustle keep me on full That’s why I ain’t got to name drop and only drop jewels Just so I ain’t got to slang rocks to keep one in the tool My lil homie got a crazy nine and known to act a fool We from the land of grit and grime, and lacing up your shoes The difference between who live and die a millisec or two, but Get it how you live or you can’t feed your kids How can I repent knowing that in the end I wake and sin again I got a plan, he got a plan, but mine I understand Destined to change the world, I’m plotting, changing hands Just change your circumstance, I got to move first like the second hand Gas in my lungs and the whip from Afghanistan Making bunker busters with my partner dem Autobio writer, ain’t no authoring Doctoring unless you speaking on my brother Hollis M Tank ain’t hit E yet Screaming dreams we, who give a fuck if you believe it [Hook] I got a full tank of gas, nothin’ to do with it (do with it, do with it) I got a full tank of gas, nothin’ to do with it (do with it, do with it) I got a full tank of gas, nothin’ to do with it (do with it, do with it) I got a full tank of gas, nothin’ to do with it [Verse 2] Full tank of gas, nothing to do with it Tryna go road running for them digits So I leave behind me, and these niggas is grimy And we ain’t cool, all I care bout is money, money The money, that’s all a nigga think about Used to rub dollars on the door to get the wrinkles out Now a nigga gas up the whip and hit the paper route After that, call Beezy B and hit the neighbors out Make a couple tracks and smoke a sack until I make it out 1000 grams, more helpless than a nigga’s bank account Maserati, Brietling, Lamborghini, and the [?] Nigga I’m the shit, like a diaper genie The longest yard, and foreign cars with a taste for good liquor But all [?] is in my way of my plans to get richer And by the way I wrote this verse at the start of a picture That just make for a harder bar, I’m the boss, reveal it [Hook] [Verse 3] Visions coming nigga, all I see is money like JP Morgan, make em feel it in they organs And they sold when I spit, full tank in my foreign Plotting on the [?] for performance how I’m working like map Funny how they treat you when you young and you black They attach you to a strap Know I got to keep it on me, niggas phony, so I focus on the only Got a passion for this music, I consider it matrimony Niggas talking like they homies cause they see us taking off Like exhaust [?], bout the money, fuck the hoes The expenses of my clothes Salvator [?] Me and mom be sipping on I ain’t dwelling on my pain, I’m just thinking bout a [?] Sweet butter, sweet pecan She said her nigga gone so she mine for the weekend Full tank of gas, got a tray for the ashes Hotboxing in the whip, don’t know where I’m bout to go Thinking maybe hit the W, watch you take off all your clothes Run my fingers down your spine, make you feel it in your zone Till it tingles in your soul, always plan to be the realest Tell a hater pick a quote Give a fuck about a feeling So watch me put these leaves in this dutch that I’m filling OGG my niggas, this our year, how we killing nigga