Contraband (Outro)
Frog splash ya bitch like Rob Van Dam
She seeing all white like contraband
Counting this money I need more more rubber bands
Ice on my neck flooded out like the hoover dam
Two steps ahead and you won't have the upper hand
Two strokes of head you can call me a minute man
100 ways to come up with a hunnit grand
100 bodies you gave her a wedding band
Real nigga shit you cant understand
Paid in full pull up with the cash in hand
Down and out Danny Glockz? No, think again
Finger my bitch and I shoot with the other hand
Jump on ya face with a muhfuckin Timberland
Pull out the Glock and I'm bussin it on demand
Brand new chop that I got from my mans
Cash like bibles I'm up in the hold land
Holy Land
Na mean, Danny Glockz
When it comes to these hoes the pennies I pinch
Got bread in my closet my door's off the hinge
Hit it one time then I tell her that she gotta go
Said she want lobster I took her ass to dominos
OT plug came straight from Guantanamo
Load it up gllt bow anytime I let it go
Got big guns from the seals in the Quantico
Rockin all black in ya hood like a symbiote
Blue Benji but I call that shit indigo
Money too long like my nigga Doug Dimmadome
Your money short, critical
That's why ya bitch in my crib on her tippy toes
Facts
Hating on me I ain't mad at ya
Take off ya head like I'm CC Sabathia
Working all night no break got the stamina
All gas boy good luck you ain't catching up
Fuckin bitch ass niggas
She seeing all white like contraband
Counting this money I need more more rubber bands
Ice on my neck flooded out like the hoover dam
Two steps ahead and you won't have the upper hand
Two strokes of head you can call me a minute man
100 ways to come up with a hunnit grand
100 bodies you gave her a wedding band
Real nigga shit you cant understand
Paid in full pull up with the cash in hand
Down and out Danny Glockz? No, think again
Finger my bitch and I shoot with the other hand
Jump on ya face with a muhfuckin Timberland
Pull out the Glock and I'm bussin it on demand
Brand new chop that I got from my mans
Cash like bibles I'm up in the hold land
Holy Land
Na mean, Danny Glockz
When it comes to these hoes the pennies I pinch
Got bread in my closet my door's off the hinge
Hit it one time then I tell her that she gotta go
Said she want lobster I took her ass to dominos
OT plug came straight from Guantanamo
Load it up gllt bow anytime I let it go
Got big guns from the seals in the Quantico
Rockin all black in ya hood like a symbiote
Blue Benji but I call that shit indigo
Money too long like my nigga Doug Dimmadome
Your money short, critical
That's why ya bitch in my crib on her tippy toes
Facts
Hating on me I ain't mad at ya
Take off ya head like I'm CC Sabathia
Working all night no break got the stamina
All gas boy good luck you ain't catching up
Fuckin bitch ass niggas
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Box
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