Mel Zz - Audi Tank Lyrics

Cash up number 9
Run around site
Four-five four-five
Run up with the fye
Sick of all the talking I'm often inside
My mental, my brain, my lil muhf*ckin' mind

I trip about a lot
The drama coming deep inside
The crib its like a fib
The shit you talk is all a lie
I'm prolly in designer
Never key its only fob
I feel like imma zombie man, the way I never run
I'm never never never never running from an opp
I'm looking on the lookout for somebody tryna rob
They want me dead and murdered Prolly lurking on my spot
Terrible decision, imma blast it with the chop
Oh my god he leaking
Oh my god he dead
It's doa arrival
Couple rounds of lead
I never meant to kill him but he ran up like I said
And finesse with that pack
Pack I be on bread
Somebody get the body up
Someone come and help
The karma just returned
My homie took a 30 shell
I pray to god he make it
Pray to god he dodging hell
Cus I don't understand a lot but I could never tell
It's a head head head head head head shot
Dead dead dead dead dead they rot
I piss on the grave of every lil opp
Head head head head head shot
Audi be tinted, I'm in it
Give me that menacing feeling
Just like a kid that was drilling
Death it be round me that killing
Cash up number 9
Run around site
Four-five four-five
Run up with the fye
Sick of all the talking I'm often inside
My mental, my brain, my lil muhf*ckin' mind
Cash up number 9
Run around site
Four-five four-five
Run up with the fye
Sick of all the talking I'm often inside
My mental, my brain, my lil muhf*ckin' mind