Contraband Continues
Contraband Continues (prod. Versa) by Patrick Henry
Beat "Trap Money" by Versa
Lyrics
I got credit cards like fraud now
You don't know how far I came
Went from serving rerock
To that pure cocaine
X2
Every verse got caution tape
Looking for your body
But your body in the lake
Look me up on Instagram
Cuz I'm bout to drop a tape
Stone cold with a toe tag just in case
Can't identify his face
Check his molars, check for tattoos
But his tattoos from a gang
Swastikas and german ranks
This the new world order, I ain't say this shit was safe
I ain't say this shit is plain, but I fly like every day
And I keep my mary jane, she keep me high like every day
She my wedding ring, twin flame, namaste
Married to the game
Married to the fame, andele
Never change
Married to that OG Kush, I'm married to a strain
Smoking wiz khalifa I got cookies on my brain
I got credit cards like fraud now
You don't know how far I came
Went from serving rerock
To that pure cocaine
X2
Smoking on mike tyson like I'm trippin on that toad
This some real LSD, I don't got no nbomes
She wanna bone
Blow me like a trombone
And if that pussy really good I might buy the bitch a home
But if she hate, turn fake, imma leave the snake alone
Medusa only got power if she see you from her clothes
Our sex feel like a saxophone
Went from rage to riches, i found nemo
Fish scale chips on my shoulder... but they doritos
Young hero, my problems zero
I walk the block like D Bo
Fuck you, CeeLo
Green to black, that's how it be tho
Acting like my senior year
I'm like popeye with the spinach
When I pop a top and burn
I been stacking up my lettuce
I been growing like a fern
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Still not so dramatic but I really like to start shit
Stars in my ceiling when we just pull up, I don't park, bitch
Came up serving white girl in apartments
Now I'm smoking Joker like a card trick
Rosin in my cartridge
I just concentrate on moon rocks, I'm a star, bitch
I'm 25 and every day is Christmas like a partridge
White trash competition, I take out the garbage
Star ship
I be flying like I'm Kirk
Cobain came back
Death don't hurt
When you walk through a door, do you think bout where you were
No, I focus on my target practice like I'm shopping for a shirt
I got credit cards like fraud now
You don't know how far I came
Went from serving rerock
To that pure cocaine
X2