Contraband (feat. Dilemma, Maximus & I.Z.)
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Feghali drop that shit I’m no middle man, I’m the man On the other hand, rollin’ contraband While you’re in the stands talking shit, but who’s the one gettin' all the bands? (Me) So, I really cannot understand, why you aren’t a fan Maybe if you were, I would lend you my hand, but since you not (Since you not!) I’ma just stick to the plan (Lil' bitch!) In the stu', runnin’ it up, all about the m's, runnin’ the muck Gettin' the check, yeah, we cuttin’ it up, smokin' on gas, fillin’ it up Ice on my wrist like I injured it, hop in the whip with a foreign bitch (Foreign) Girl on her knees just like Kapernick Coughin’ on the dick like she was sick of it (Ba, ba!) Contraband, contraband, contraband, contraband, uh I don’t give a f*ck 'bout the contraband, uh Hunnid man, stuntin' man, runnin’ man, uh Focus up, man, it’s the Taliban, uh Ak-47, size of a fuckin’ minivan, in the coupe with the crew, see the dudes, and they ran Many shots, many bodies, leave 'em in the fuckin’ sand Black and white checkered vans, radar pulse, and vision scan (Ayy!) Can’t go broke, not over man, nah, can’t stop smoke, not a sober man, nah Top of the class, I’ma noble man, "woof", I’ma dog, I’ma Doberman (Lil' bitch!) Zero to a hero, but I’m no white night, black and white movie, it’s a horror film Feed like a plant, can’t grow at night, need my green, my chlorophyll Wax in the dab, rip it, dabber-man (Ayy) K. Dot sang it, rapper-man (Ayy) Hunnid man, hunnid man, hunnid bands I could do it all, no capper-man (Ayy) Sour got the power by the hour, f*ck the powder, flower gives a real super power Call me Eddie Bower, cookie with the flour, to empower, to devour Smoke around her, just a bit louder Complacent on my devastation, livin' with no hesitation Keeps me in my simulation, got me feelin’ weirdo Basic bitches steady chasin’, thinkin' of my admirations Help me through my situations, copin' skills at zero Kids humiliated, overthinkin', contemplation All in your imagination, actin’ like a fuckin’ hero Get you through the operation (Operation) Uncle Ruckus, no relation (No relation) Under God, we all one nation, "oh dear God no!" Note one fact, for sure, my n****s peelin’ back some mo' Lowkey, we pullin’ back the crossbow arrow to blow back and go You know, I just bagged some hoes, she came right back for mo' Keep that bitch tight in my bag, I might pull up and snatch your hoe Hit it, then I’m out the door Step out the door, get a bag, grab the extendo mags I’ma just brag, don’t give a f*ck what you had 'Til all the bodies get dragged (Bitch) I don’t give a f*ck about a bitch ('Bout a bitch) Stay down with the dogs, they never switch (Never switch n****)
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Written by: Izaac Wilson, Max Lloyd, Nico Fuentealba
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