Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Drank 2.0 , by - 2 Chainz. Release date: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Good Drank 2.0 |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |