Louis - U Ain't Dank lyrics

[VERSE 1: LOUIS] I don't really want to rap no more Don't wanna hear the trap no more I don't wanna hear the racks or the stacks Or the volume of your packs I attack when you track those fours Know I got flows for Pacifics Yoke, no specifics I open and you can get it all So I'm in her jaws like the great white Hate, but my fate like Construction, I'm knocking down her walls And I give it all Think I'm getting lame again Wolverine Get the rage again Major Wayans Feel the pain again I'm just looking for the blood Feel the rayne within Don't stop And it won't stop Getting loose so it won't lock But I won't drop albums? But how come the boy getting turn outs? Tire to the ground Watch it burn out Hoes wanna yearn now But they get the peace Like a crows feet Say my name, but don't know me No flex zone when I stroll Like it's Sremmurd when I flow But I don't Baby, I don't even know me (Ahhh!) Maybe I should switch the flow? Maybe I should switch the hoes? And garden this I'm just sparking Pardon this Heart of this Is what I'm preaching When I'm reaching But they can't control [HOOK] You ain't dank and chill, b**h You ain't even dank [VERSE 2: CAMBOI] Yo, Cambizzle get the chisel Then he split the p**y s*ut t**n' in my face So I bit the tooshie Took a f**in' bite Out her bu*t like a cookie But I still made her cum Cuz I ain't no rookie (yes sir) Hoes on my dick Like genitals warts Always up inside 'em Like a criminal court Yo I finger popped ya girl Until the b**h bled Smdh, she s**in my dick head Blew me for an hour Till my dick red Told her not to stop Till my dick dead Plant my f**in' nose In between the b**h legs Started chewin' her cli*oris Like some motherf**in' Big Red Before the trick left I gave that a** a spank Said she need a ride But I got half a tank (I don't have any gas) Kicked her to the curb, here You can have yo skank (she stank) She ain't really all that chill And she ain't even dank [HOOK] You ain't dank and chill, b**h You ain't even dank [VERSE 3: YOUNG RAY] You ain't with some real dudes What the hell you think? You be rollin' reggie bush I be rollin' dank Young Ray, Louie And my homie, Camboi Swear I'm feelin' like Khalifa Cuz we dem damn boyz Yeah success is what I'm thinkin' bout I'm livin' what I'm dreamin' bout Connected to this music, mane It's feelin' like we syncin' now Damn Flow like water, guess you sinkin' now You better watch the throne I overthrow you so I'm kingin' now Cause you ain't even dank, boy I be with the crew NBE, Dartgang Cedd Nati, what it do? I be gettin' so high I swear I don't have a clue Rollin' up twenty-one Guess I'm chillin' in the rue, ooh Mike Loud Go and write it in stone Say I cop a pen and pad But I write in my phone Thumbin' through the check Every time I leave the bank I can see why you hatin' and Baby girl I don't want you because [HOOK] You ain't dank and chill, b**h You ain't even dank