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[Intro]
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Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
I been goin’ through some things
Said can I take some time and vent?
I was strugglin’, now I got different struggles now that I’m gettin’ rich
Ain’t that a shame, how rugged this shit get
Bet they see a nigga with a stack or somethin’ and they beg to suck a nigga’s dick
Been through the rain
You’ll watch a nigga get soaked
That’s your brother nigga, say you love the nigga
How you watch a nigga stay broke?
Same way I came, I ain’t changing up on my bros
Know a nigga that I called brother talking to them other niggas, breaking codes
Niggas be lame, so I’m gon’ paralyze ’em for real
Came a long way from popping them pills
Play the wrong way and I’ll get you killed
Fuckin’ the fame, I signed a deal for them bills
Tote the paper, I show up where you live
Have them things clapping just like a seal
Can’t nobody understand how it feel
All this money cannot dry up your tears
I be paranoid, how we gon’ chill?
Fuck the road, I be watching the mirror
Grip the Glock, got my knee on the wheel
This shit for real
Nobody gon’ care ’til you thumbing through a mil
‘Cause don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had, look
‘Cause when you go broke they leave you in the past
You know, good things, they don’t ever last, Peezy

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Man I swear that they ain’t feelin’ my pain
I just smile through it all, you know that I won’t change, ayy
For so long I been stuck in the rain
I been chasing after money before I was a teen, yeah
This for the ones look up to me, just do your own thing
This shit look good but I promise it ain’t what it seems
I’m on the road with my team tryna catch my dream
These niggas hatin’, they don’t like me, they wanna kill me
But I’m like fuck ’em, I’m country, YoungBoy you know I be thuggin’
Me and my niggas we on it, you run up on me I buss it
Fuck a handout, remember they ain’t wan’ give me nothing
I’ma stand out and never ask these rappers for nothing
I got them killers they on go, bitch I just push a button
Hardhead, let me record the hot shit for much of nothing
Monique had paid for my first session when I was just a youngin
Nigga death before dishonor, I do this for the youngins

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
This shit deeper than ever
I been stressing daily, so hard baby [?] my schedule
People been callin’ me crazy, ain’t been talkin’, I’m tryna get it together
Sweat more hard, been [?], say you gon’ leave them whatever
Say you gon’ leave them whatever, people done left me in the rain without an umbrella
Have you ever been in a ho cell dialing numbers and nobody can help ya?
Summertime sleeping in the fuckin’ car, skin stick to the leather
When me and the judge was goin’ to fuckin’ war you wouldn’t send me a letter

[Bridge: OMB Peezy]
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

[Intro]
Moving slow, at your pace
Speed it up, I know you want to
Got my hands, on your waist
You can tell, that I want you
I can keep up with you babe
No other man, can do what I do
I can see it, on your face
Now you know, I gotta tell you

[Pre-Chrous]
I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha

[Chorus]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She got me with the yeah, yeah
Dirty on me with the yeah, yeah
All of the time that it take for me
No, no, no don’t you mistake on me
Now she’s screaming to come back
Now she dance to the one track
And she know that I roll on the low
Long as you can keep on the low
Oh no

[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse 2]
I wanna know, your fantasies
So I can see, what we gon’ do
We alone, you and me
I can make, make it come true
And when I get it in
Ima give that type of love that you had in a minute, I’m flexing
Time to undress her
Now that you know I gotta tell you

[Pre-Chrous]
Girl I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha

[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the basee
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it