[Intro] That bando music Trap shit Narcotics This for my niggas in the trap selling..
[Hook: Quavo] 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
[Verse 1: Quavo] Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy When a nigga growed up wanna be a dope boy Mom bust in, caught me counting money "Say you better not be dealing that coke boy" 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, gotta tax 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
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[Verse 2: Offset] 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 10 million plus Touch down the plug, then drop a rope
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[Verse 3: Takeoff] Contraband narcotic narcotic Contraband contraband 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 [?], 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 For America, fucking register Can’t fuck wit you niggas, too skeptical Undercover, you work with the federals OG, got 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
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
