#Contraband lyrics

[Verse]
Gang, ayy, with the sh*ts, yeah a n*gga with the sh*t
Ayy, servin' out the bag, that's that contraband sh*t
Ridin' round, write down my tag and you still won't find sh*t
I just need to love my stick, I would never love a b*tch
Poppin' out the f*ckin' cut 'cause i wanna shoot up sh*t
We hit quick licks on the trip, at the QuikTrip wit' yo' b*tch
I don't do now f*ckin' molly, I will serve it to yo' b*tch
And yo' boyfriend hit my phone so I know he ain't servin' sh*t
I'ma take that n*gga sh*t and take the money out his vault
You talkin' sh*t you get hit up with the stick its not my fault
St-Still on the run and a n*gga 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 n*ggas that was put in handcuffs
With this thirty 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 f*cking drugs
Or I'll hit up Scarfo gelato in my lungs