Contraband

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Zaytoven
 That bando music
 Trap shit
 Narcotics
 This for my niggas in the trap selling
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up
 Contraband
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Dope boys right now on the block
 Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet
 Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy
 When a nigga growed up wanna be a dope boy (contraband)
 Mom bust in, caught me counting money
 Said, "you better not be dealing that coke, boy!" (mama!)
 Got caught up in breaking them houses
 First time a young nigga seen 1000
 Then I went and copped my Audi
 Then I had a meeting with a plug on a mountain
 The plug start frowning
 'Cause I needed 1000 ounces
 "Why you needed 1000 ounces?"
 'Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em
 Plug, I attack 'em
 Calling the plug for ransom
 Rich nigga pull up in Phantoms
 Trapping the nicks, flipping them nicks
 Young nigga I'm walking with cannon
 My bitch got the dope in her panties
 You too dramatic
 All of my niggas go money savage
 Bricks in the Hummer, it's automatic
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up
 Contraband (Offset!)
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Dope boys right now on the block
 Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Take down one hundred birds, I'm a country man
 The plug is talking Español, I understand
 Throwing a brick like Randall Cunningham
 J's they love me 'cause I got good customer service
 I live in the trap, so sometimes I be nervous
 Get rich or die trying like Curtis
 The trap concession stand, get you a slurpy
 You obviously never been in a trap (never ever)
 We shortage you, you ain't get money back
 Beating the pot Mortal Kombat, Jax, brick big as hell, hit it with the axe
 The gas is Ricky and you need some Act, the stove don't work, just use a match
 I'm fucking your bitch, she a nat nat, you don't Panamera, got a hatchback
 Customer, customer I am a hustler, I got candy Reese's Buttercup
 Offset is worth two million plus, touch down the plug, then drop a rope
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up
 Contraband
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Dope boys right now on the block
 Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet
 Contraband narcotic, narcotic
 Contraband, contraband, narcotic contraband
 Contraband, smoking OG's from Afghanistan
 I got the candy, they call me the Candy-Man
 Bands can't fit in a rubber band
 No football, I'm walking with thigh pads
 Baking soda with the water
 Stove on, throw the dope in a fire pan
 Pick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador
 Audi R8 creepin', like a tarantula
 Making moves, spectacular
 Beating the dope with the stick and it's magical
 I set the block off and it's epical
 Bank of America, walking register
 Can't fuck wit you niggas, too skeptical
 Undercover, you work with the federals
 OG gas bags and it's medical
 Work in my bando, got cookies they edible
 Stretching the work it's incredible
 Pull up on the plug, so I can go pick up some
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Contraband, contraband, contraband
 Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up
 Contraband
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
 Dope boys right now on the block
 Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
9
Tempo
133 BPM

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