Contraband

(альбом: Red Teenage Melody - 2016)

What-what-what's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
Tell me what's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
She hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see
Hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see

Now I got hoes I got twenty-thousand freaks, ya
Making white bitches get rosey in they cheeks, ya
I got problems with this condo on the beach, ya
Can't ruin my shit I put these bitches on a leash, ya
Don't bring no niggas when you step into mi casa
I got two separate rooms for Sammi and for Lanna
Stupid niggas always watching from the corner
I be so bad to let them think for much longer
That I'm always on the move for the cheese
Talking like you wanna be my friend, bitch please
I seen this shit many fucking times
You staying for the top
You such a fucking bitch you never throw a fucking dime, ya
Lost up in the mess with all these people and they overlay
I can't take this shit I only seem to fucking complicate

Fuck all the molly
Know my niggas they got me
I just count up this cash
And buy myself a Bugatti, done talking

What's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
Tell me what's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
She hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see
Hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see

In San Diego, I count up some pesos
Be with some nice bitches
And all of them deep throat
Fuck am I talking for
I flex till I'm ninety-four
Been through a lot of shit, so the fuck you gone try me for
I catch a body though
I'll take your audi dawg
Don't understand the move, and you talking like [?]
Talking so damn much, but this ain't no poppet show
I press the damn clutch, and load up the shotty though
Don't think you shot me dawg
Don't think you got me, I got the world in a party
I fuck your bitch as a hobby
I don't think nobody saw me
When I was down in the lobby
Looking for things that would take me straight from this place and I'm sorry
That I told you I'm sorry
I be telling these lies
From the core of my body
My thoughts flow like dasani

Can't keep stressing over shit I can't change
Bitch I'm fucked in all ways, and I just came to say
That I'm done

What's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
Tell me what's your name
Don't you play this game
You from another land
Got you like this contraband
She hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see
Hit me up like what you need
I got houses in the trees
I got shit you never think that people ever really see, ya