#Contraband

Gang, ayy, with the shits, yeah a nigga with the shit
Ayy, servin' out the bag, that’s that contraband shit
Ridin' round, write down my tag and you still won’t find shit
I just need to love my stick, I would never love a bitch
Poppin' out the fuckin' cut 'cause i wanna shoot up shit
We hit quick licks on the trip, at the QuikTrip wit' yo' bitch
I don’t do now fuckin' molly, I will serve it to yo' bitch
And yo' boyfriend hit my phone so I know he ain’t servin' shit
I’ma take that nigga shit and take the money out his vault
You talkin' shit you get hit up with the stick its not my fault
St-Still on the run and a nigga can’t get caught
Put the burner to his face and he forgot just how to talk
I’m supposed to be famous, still trapping on the bluff
And free all my niggas that was put in handcuffs
With this .30 on me I’ma show you tough love
I only smoke dope, no I don’t do no tough drugs
Coolin' in another city with no plug
So I call my plug to hit up another plug
Ayy, hit up Lil Dude for the fucking drugs
Or I’ll hit up Scarfo gelato in my lungs