Good Dank

Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ten steps ahead of these niggas
That's why they fuck wit me instead of these niggas... fool
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BITCH
Jerm on the boards, next time around we want all the money
You niggas short changin', shit, show somethin'
Champagne and E-Z widers....presidential views

[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin' like you actors do
Joints I flick, bong raps I kicks
Y'all can't rip this off tag on your mattress fool
You'd rather be high this that shit bitch
Now you in the presence of the flyest
Louis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bans, fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin you lies
Runnin game some things money just can't disguise
That's why keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame, Smoke some good wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us
Chronic I smoke hella my pockets want mozzarella
Your bitch here twistin' up like propellas
Got my paper right now we like white boy hair the way they jealous

[Hook]
When we come we came to spend money
We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank
Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side
But they dont wanna see me flyyy
They don't wanna see meee flyyy
Life is all I know
Flick this weed and dro
Grindin' paid its toll
(oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyy

[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse
These niggas call' em makin' em pay they dues
Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes
When all they really need is kush and orange juice
Shit that's what I feed em
They download my songs watch my interviews and read 'em
Treat her like you love her I fuck her once then I don't need her
I'm playin, I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty
I ain't on a sports team but ya nigga ballin
Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin'
Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren
And I got that dank from my nigga down New Orleans
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper
Cuz they see us and act like they never hated

[Hook]

[Outro]
Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool
Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle
Add the orange juice nigga