Contraband

(Polo Boy, oh my god)

Poppin' contraband, this girl's doin' handstands
Might become the plug because I wanna skip the middleman
When I get to money, feed the hungry, call me Dinner Man
Call me Dinner Man, call me Dinner Man

Poppin' contraband, this girl's doin' handstands
Might become the plug because I wanna skip the middleman
When I get to money, feed the hungry, call me Dinner Man
Fridays, jumpin' on the table, call that Dinner Dance

This blunt's makin' my throat scratchy
I ain't ever livin' in Calabasas
Somebody said that I'm ratchet for it
Gifted a stainless fuckin' hatchet for 'em
Suck my balls, bitch, fuck the Pauls, bitch
Fuck Zimmerman, fuck the law, bitch
Fuck the fake and the hate, only do it if it's great
I would kill for my family, only the real can relate
I don't do dinner dates, I just put dick on a face
When I show up late, I'm still greeted with praise
Me and the gang guzzle gas, shit got me in a haze
The way I act out in public got these oldheads in a-
Daze

Poppin' contraband, this girl's doin' handstands
Might become the plug because I wanna skip the middleman
When I get to money, feed the hungry, call me Dinner Man
Fridays, jumpin' on the table, call that Dinner Dance

I came out of the womb with my middle fingers up
Mama never pictured me vomitin' from the drugs
Hate to disappoint, but I'm already not enough
Luke is right beside me when I'm coughin' up my lungs
I might vibe out the section
Jump up on the table and she dancin', no objections
Pull up to the party, roll on molly, and I'm flexin'
She doin' handstands just to get up in my mentions
Okay, I have to admit it: I apply the pressure
My presence is infectious, I'm cuttin' up like it's wet work
Came up smokin' gas in a garage while bumpin' Sweatshirt
Now we rackin' lines in every function, givin' bad impressions

I might vibe out the section
I might, I might
I might vibe out the section
The sec-section



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Writer(s): Kc Martens
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