4PX in the cut
Tank
JayRhodes
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
Griffin
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Plus we beat up on our chest like King Kong
Man, it ain't no taming us
They lame to us, might let you cop a brick
But you can't hang with us
And I'm f*ckin' it up, and I'm livin' it up
And I'm trappin' all day, till the sun come up
And they all on my dick, and I don't know why I'm just ballin on niggas tryna get me a buck
And I'm stackin' these pros, and we f*ckin these hoes
And I'm rappin' that shit, tryna get me
A show
Go and cop me a bag, and I'm stretchin
It out
Feel like Vick, cause I just turned a half to a whole
And it's five in the morning, I'm chillin' with Tank!
We just f*cked up the D, now we f*cked up the O
Blowin woods back to back, and I'm chillin
With Jay
Now we high as hell, bout to go f*ck up the
Sto
How you mad about a bitch you ain't f*ck
Strap yo nuts on that lil bitch a tuck
Ballin' like Giannis, I'm all about the bucks
Y'all niggas think y'all hard, till we drop our deluxe
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
I'm droppin' da 4, and I'm poppin' da Five
I'm sparkin' the city like 4th of July
Niggas stay on my dick, and they thinkin they fly
Imma spin on the opps till they all f*cking die
T-A-N-K, Tank
Runnin money up, I live in the bank
Hop out the striker, I'm leavin' a stain
Buyin' pateks for the whole f*ckin' gang
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
How y'all wanna be us
But y'all can't beat us
But it's Cbfwjay
Put that boy on the ground, now he up in the sky
And they askin' who did it
And why did they do it
Now his brother got a good chance to go slide
But you know that nigga he a bitch
We really took him for shit
So we caught him in traffic
We seen that he lackin
We filled the car with hallow tips
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Man these niggas really wanna be us
But that pussy boy couldn't even keep up
Mask up tank, let's get it bro
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Tank - Wanna Be Us (feat. Cbfwjay) Lyrics
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English
4PX in the cut
Tank
JayRhodes
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
Griffin
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Plus we beat up on our chest like King Kong
Man, it ain't no taming us
They lame to us, might let you cop a brick
But you can't hang with us
And I'm f*ckin' it up, and I'm livin' it up
And I'm trappin' all day, till the sun come up
And they all on my dick, and I don't know why I'm just ballin on niggas tryna get me a buck
And I'm stackin' these pros, and we f*ckin these hoes
And I'm rappin' that shit, tryna get me
A show
Go and cop me a bag, and I'm stretchin
It out
Feel like Vick, cause I just turned a half to a whole
And it's five in the morning, I'm chillin' with Tank!
We just f*cked up the D, now we f*cked up the O
Blowin woods back to back, and I'm chillin
With Jay
Now we high as hell, bout to go f*ck up the
Sto
How you mad about a bitch you ain't f*ck
Strap yo nuts on that lil bitch a tuck
Ballin' like Giannis, I'm all about the bucks
Y'all niggas think y'all hard, till we drop our deluxe
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
I'm droppin' da 4, and I'm poppin' da Five
I'm sparkin' the city like 4th of July
Niggas stay on my dick, and they thinkin they fly
Imma spin on the opps till they all f*cking die
T-A-N-K, Tank
Runnin money up, I live in the bank
Hop out the striker, I'm leavin' a stain
Buyin' pateks for the whole f*ckin' gang
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
How y'all wanna be us
But y'all can't beat us
But it's Cbfwjay
Put that boy on the ground, now he up in the sky
And they askin' who did it
And why did they do it
Now his brother got a good chance to go slide
But you know that nigga he a bitch
We really took him for shit
So we caught him in traffic
We seen that he lackin
We filled the car with hallow tips
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Man these niggas really wanna be us
But that pussy boy couldn't even keep up
Mask up tank, let's get it bro
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Tank
JayRhodes
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
Griffin
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Plus we beat up on our chest like King Kong
Man, it ain't no taming us
They lame to us, might let you cop a brick
But you can't hang with us
And I'm f*ckin' it up, and I'm livin' it up
And I'm trappin' all day, till the sun come up
And they all on my dick, and I don't know why I'm just ballin on niggas tryna get me a buck
And I'm stackin' these pros, and we f*ckin these hoes
And I'm rappin' that shit, tryna get me
A show
Go and cop me a bag, and I'm stretchin
It out
Feel like Vick, cause I just turned a half to a whole
And it's five in the morning, I'm chillin' with Tank!
We just f*cked up the D, now we f*cked up the O
Blowin woods back to back, and I'm chillin
With Jay
Now we high as hell, bout to go f*ck up the
Sto
How you mad about a bitch you ain't f*ck
Strap yo nuts on that lil bitch a tuck
Ballin' like Giannis, I'm all about the bucks
Y'all niggas think y'all hard, till we drop our deluxe
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
I'm droppin' da 4, and I'm poppin' da Five
I'm sparkin' the city like 4th of July
Niggas stay on my dick, and they thinkin they fly
Imma spin on the opps till they all f*cking die
T-A-N-K, Tank
Runnin money up, I live in the bank
Hop out the striker, I'm leavin' a stain
Buyin' pateks for the whole f*ckin' gang
They wanna be us, but they can't be us
How y'all wanna be us
But y'all can't beat us
But it's Cbfwjay
Put that boy on the ground, now he up in the sky
And they askin' who did it
And why did they do it
Now his brother got a good chance to go slide
But you know that nigga he a bitch
We really took him for shit
So we caught him in traffic
We seen that he lackin
We filled the car with hallow tips
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Man these niggas really wanna be us
But that pussy boy couldn't even keep up
Mask up tank, let's get it bro
Y'all niggas wanna be 4PX
Man, y'all niggas so lame
Startin' five who? nigga startin' five what?
Y'all wanna be us, y'all niggas in the dust
Hop out a cutlass or a all black beamer
Bro got a vette, that bitch a two seater
Bitch, eatin dick in the back, she a eater
Thumbin' through racks, my pockets on Peter
You niggas wanna hang with us
But no, you cannot bang with us
We dangerous, we finger-f*ck the Glock,
It spit out Angel dust
Writer: Tyerus Hayes ll
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