Contraband

Bitch you runnin round runnin round runnin with your crown on gun your homie down
I be waking through your town
With your crown on nigga why the fuck you frown
I been telling my parents I been making millions yeah I know they proud
I be standing over your dead body on the ground
Looking up at me up at me now you know me now

Bitch you packing ass bitch you know you towing it
Bitch you roll the window down
Bitch you smoking it
Got all the fuckin rack
All the ice up on my neck
Bitch you know I'm gettin jiggy with a jiggy with an opp
Imma knock a nigga opp
Getting jiggy with a jiggy with an opp
Smokin on the crop
Shit getting hella hot

Stop with the bullshitin
Put your new fucking drip on
Where you going and what you doin and
Making a rack
Making the cash

Runnin down town with the windows down
Tryna hit a lick on my crown
I been tryna stay afloat in my boat
But you know that I won't
I got hundred rack hundred row
Bitch I'm fitted in dior and you know that I'm wealthy
Homie smoking on the bong bitch you know that we healthy
Bitches hittin up my phone and they ask to come fuck me
I said ain't no way ain't no way nah

I got Gucci latest
All these bitches offer pussy but you know I don't take it
Bitch I'm late for my rent and you know I don't pay it
Bitch your push poppin tight but you know I'm not slayin ahh

Making hundred rack
Drop it on your ass
Why you doing this
Why you doing that

Say some shit bitch you get the slap
Got all these bitches dancing on my lap
Bitch where you going and what you do with that why you throwing that why you wasting that
Make a hundred cash
Make a hundred rack

Ayy where you going and what you doing
Put your phone away bitch stop scrolling
Don't stop that shit keep blowing
Cock it back yeah bitch I'm throwing
Light up the night bitch you know I'm cromin

Living my life
Feeling so high
Money, cars, first class flights
First class flights
First class flights



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Clawson
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