Текст песни CONTRABAND. - Die Mondez

[?] up you got a lighter?
Are we good? gotta count this loud
One ounce, two ounces, three ounces, four ounces, five ounces,
Six ounces, seven ounces, eight ounce, nine ounces, ten ounces
Ten ounces and a couple bag of something nice
And sumn for the personal use hahaha you know what I mean?

Bands, grams, so much contraband
Dance, dance, money gon' make you dance
Poppin' off for the gram
We don't do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband

What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we 'bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party, yeah

What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we 'bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party, yeah

I don't wanna talk about the birds and the bees
But fuck it, I think I like who I'm emerging to be
Leader of the new wave, certain to be
I'ma turn the stu' into a murderous scene
Meezzo probably got your main chick on her knees
Situation lookin' like you probably hurtin' to me
Charge it to the game, plenty hoes in the sea
I done made a name from how I flow on the beat
I remember when they wouldn't let me bust a flow at all
Now when I spit it's like I'm showin' off
Niggas keep hyping that trash that's goin' on
I'm gettin' tired, finna throw them off
This is the beginning of the end, I ain't playin' with y'all
I light one up and then I blaze 'em all
I don't even know why niggas phased by y'all
I'ma fuck around and say a prayer for y'all
What you need, girl, I got it
My niggas pulled up with narcotics, yeah
So much weed you might vomit
We 'bout to get higher than a comet
I been plugged just like sockets
'Bout to go up in this party
Don't act crazy, girl, stop it
That liquor got you actin' outta pocket, yeah
Swear you motherfuckers better never let me get in my bag
I might just flip it like Dame Dash
I been listenin' to the bops you motherfuckers gas
Most of your favourites they been trash
Call 'em out about it, these niggas get big mad
How an average rapper still gettin' the big bags?
So much marijuana I'm duckin' the sin tax
Since a pickaninny my bitches they been bad (Facts)

Grams, so much contraband
Dance, dance, money gon' make you dance
Poppin' off for the gram
We don't do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband

Bands, grams, so much contraband
Dance, dance, money gon' make you dance
Poppin' off for the gram
We don't do no romance
Grams, bands, so much contraband

What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we 'bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party

What you need, girl, I got it
With my dawgs and they solid
Know we 'bout to get gnarly
We the life of the party, yeah