Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

Uh, alright

I did, yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah

Bond number 9, thats my favorite scent, yeah

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

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah

285, I had that pack on me, uh

I can not forget I had that strap on me, yeah

Rest in peace to my **** Dawg (Dawg, Troup)

All we ever wanna do was ball (Ball)

That was the easy part, we playin' that Weezy hard

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

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

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

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

Today, I'm in the Maybach, and that car came with some drapes (Drapes)

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

I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake, uh, yeah (Yeah)

Good drank, big knots (Big knots)

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

Drop top, no hot box (No)

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

She said I love you with thizz face

Put that thing in her ribcage

Whips out, Kunta Kente

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3k, like I'm Andre

And your girl, tell her come here

Yeah, your truck 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 the Runt

What is your point?

Square with the stamp for Kevin Durant

Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat

I'm takin' the cheese and killin' the rats

Gucci Mane call me the cat with the racks

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

I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq

I'm servin', I play the bird for that

He nervous, I got no word for that

He hurt and want all of his purses back

He mixin' 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

Good drank, big knots (Big knots)

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

Drop top, no hot box (No)

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

She said I love you with thizz face

Put that thing in her ribcage

Whips out, Kunta Kente

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3k, like I'm Andre

And your girl, tell her come here

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 lookin' at the best, really

Diamonds dancin' 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, and you listenin' to the top flow

Now you lookin' 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 lookin' at the evidence

Yeah, God, that's my president

Hell naw, I don't hesitate

Ain't met a girl that can curve me

Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real