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Tank God Beats



[Chorus: Post Malone]

Ayy, I've been f**kin' 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

f**kin' 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 grrra-ta-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 f**kin' 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