Dank

[Verse 1: Zilla] I spit hot, way past lasagna I tend to get a little extreme, like Trav Pastrana I'm like half pirahnna Or like half Iguana Cuz I blend into anything, so bring the drama Me and Vaughn sittin' low sippi' po' bout a four or a eight And we rocking that Vans designer And we rocking that Vans designer Low pros so off the wall We gon' ball till' we fall Smoking kung fu over by the Great Wall Still selling xans if you need an eight ball Ha! Pat Hogan on the motherfucking track Zilla on the verse its a motherfucking wrap Christmas gift of mummy clothes All my shit dope got you sniffing like a runny nose Hip to the hop like a motherfucking kangaroo Bad bitches in the house I'mma spank a few I am thanking you Cuz I been blessed no sneeze Vans, lacrosse pinny Hillsborough so Steez I just rap, I don't tease Can you hit this GB? Bitch please Kill em' with ease Chop and screw that Just practice flow and I'm Iverson so you know I don't do that Screaming "who dat" But I am far from a Saint I design the sketch other artists just paint Bring a jar of the dank Big Gatorade water bottle Smoke it till' its hollow, getting swallowed by a fucking model Zilla! [Verse 2: Vaughn] Vaughn! Get the vape nigga, turn that shit on Dutch grape nigga the kush make me yawn Hogan on the beat we can't do no wrong I'mma beast I roar like the bong You know why we can't get along? Cuz ya'll niggas too fake, I torture tracks leave em' in the lake Now everybody rhymes? Ya'll late Zilla plus Vaughn equals great White shark week nigga I get paid by the word I ain't talking bout tweets nigga Uh Everybody wanna act hard, till' a hard nigga spit they face Poppin' xans cuz my nigga just be the case Not really Just probation one year ain't nothing Still sippin' Wood grain still grippin' Houston flow candy paint still drippin' I ain't nut ho keep lickin' It ain't dank if your fingers ain't stickin' Like a baby motherfucker we just kickin' Take a GB Best believe I got what you need And this shit off the top My heart won't stop Illuminati