Quavo - Good Drank 2.0 (as seen on Jimmy Fallon) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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 partner Doe (TRU) 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 j**elry 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 You know I look in your face, sing to your b**h like I'm Drake 2 Chainz! [Hook: Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci! 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 f** Kevin Durant Lay on on my trap Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat I'm taking the cheese and k**ing 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 [Hook: Chorus] 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 [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Hey Mike Dean Favorite rapper, that's 3K And my DJ's up Everybody in here Want to show him some love Guwop right next to me So you know Bouldercrest with me Man it's hard to kind of mess with me Man you're looking at the best with me Diamonds dancing like Bentley Might leave in a Bentley Kind of hard to get with me They 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 Man this is the top flow Man this is the top tier From grams to the Grammys Told y'all it was our year Told y'all this was my year Told y'all this was my year Told y'all this was my year Man let's get up outta here, bro For real