#Contraband - Duwap Kaine

Gang, ayy, with the shits, yeah a nigga with the shit

Ayy, servin' out the bag, that’s that contraband shit

Ridin' round, write down my tag and you still won’t find shit

I just need to love my stick, I would never love a bitch

Poppin' out the fuckin' cut 'cause i wanna shoot up shit

We hit quick licks on the trip, at the QuikTrip wit' yo' bitch

I don’t do now fuckin' molly, I will serve it to yo' bitch

And yo' boyfriend hit my phone so I know he ain’t servin' shit

I’ma take that nigga shit and take the money out his vault

You talkin' shit you get hit up with the stick its not my fault

St-Still on the run and a nigga 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 niggas that was put in handcuffs

With this .30 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 fucking drugs

Or I’ll hit up Scarfo gelato in my lungs