Contraband

Gang, ayy, with the shit's
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 with' 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 it's 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 this30 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