Kokane - Dollaz, Drank, and Dank lyrics

[Kokane talking] f** you, f** you Now I lay em' down to sleep f** you, f** you [Verse 1] It goes down like this Slingshot so I can't miss Known to put em all in a twist Khop[chop] C.G, top mack shop hitting C Bank shot top of the key Hit you in the gut with this he-re No you can't touch this he-re Come run with one young musketeer And smoke one four the broke one Blow one for the poor one Grab your cups pour the potion From the get go, my sh** flow Like the bombay tweed wit a sisco And at the disco I want you movin in your chucks Sliddin in your gators High heels and pumps Enemies and haters Shake the beams and the pistols wit it I'mma go on and grab the sticky green With the crystals in it Do your thizzle wit it Just how you want to And everybody gone do And can't no n***a do it like this n***a do [Chorus] I love my cheese, I got to have my chedder I love my drank, but on the rocks is better Don't love no hoes, cuz they full of drama I love my weed, I love marijuana [Verse 2] It go red light, flashlight, hit the black light Known to keep the sack tight Get your act right Whether in your 750's Riders on your back slowing down for train tracks Push it back on the map Been a long time coming In the cut long time gunning Heat keep huming Pa** it to the point guard rookie Out to stash chips last cookies Then mash to the backyard boogie Spending huns on my loved ones Give a dose back With the haterism hold that You can find me in the back Where they blows at Off the yack and the prozack Where the homies and the hoes at [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] Now gone and give her two thumbs up For this little one c*nt Young runt And give me two more for the funk Bang the trunk out the window halfway Roll em up hot-box Roaches in the ashtray Head steady nodding Feeling old school, steady mobbin Mouth full of cotton So gone and bend a corner with me We could ride to the store Me young bandit, if you ain't know I been young super n***a Even before Cube scooped a n***a Way back had the hay-sack And had a pocket full of loot Bump with the douche Work in the hood Heata in the bush And I used to hold a sack Till a n***a got rich like Quaterbacks Now I throw the sac It's either that or blow a sack Still keep in tact An in a quater sack Making transactions [Huh] [Repeat Chorus 2x]