Good Drank 2.0 lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane)

 [2 Chainz:]

Uhh, alright

I did, haha, yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah

Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah

Can't forget that kush, I'm talking OG, yeah

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now

285 I had that pack on me, uh

I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah

Rest in peace to my nigga Dawg (Troup)

All we ever want to do was ball

That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard

We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape

Tryna make me a mil, so I'ma keep me a plate

I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake

So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake

Today I'm in a Maybach and that car came with some drapes

You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place

I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake

2 Chainz!

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said the love give her thizz face

Put that thing in her rib cage

Whips out, Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like André

And your girl, tell her come here

[Gucci Mane:]

Your trunk in the front

Well check this out my top in the trunk

You play with my money

Then check this out you're poppin' the trunk

Three mil in a month

But I just did three years on a bunk

Oh, you in a slump

I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt

What is your point?

Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant

Lay on my trap

Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat

I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats

Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks

I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach

Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq

I'm servin', I pay a bird for that

He nervous, I ain't got no word for that

He hurt and want all of his purses back

He mixing the syrup with the Percocets

She perfect and she got perky breasts

I just want some of that turkey neck

Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest

You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said that molly give her thizz face

Put the thing in her rib cage

Whips out, Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like André

And your girl, tell her come here

[2 Chainz:]

Favorite rapper, that's 3K

Yeah Sudd that's my DJ

Mike Dean on the piano

Put the work on the E-way

Guwop right next to me

So you know Bouldercrest with me

Man it's hard for you to mess with me

Now you're looking at the best really

Diamonds dancing like Bentley

Might leave in a Bentley

Kinda hard to get with me

Can't believe it like Ripley

Pretty girls like trap music

Man I used to want a condo

Started off in the basement

Ended up on the top floor

Yeah, you listening to the top flow

Now you looking at the top tier

From grams to the Grammys

Told y'all it was our year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Man you looking at the evidence

Yeah God, that's my president

Hell nah, I don't hesitate

I ain't met a girl can curve me

Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real