[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, bitch
You ain’t even dank

[VERSE 2: CAMBOI]
Yo, Cambizzle get the chisel
Then he split the pussy
Slut twerkin’ in my face
So I bit the tooshie
Took a fuckin’ bite
Out her butt 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 bitch bled
Smdh, she
Suckin my dick head
Blew me for an hour
Till my dick red
Told her not to stop
Till my dick dead
Plant my fuckin’ nose
In between the bitch legs
Started chewin’ her clitoris
Like some motherfuckin’ Big Red
Before the trick left
I gave that ass 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, bitch
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, bitch
You ain’t even dank