Migos – Contraband Lyrics

Migos – Contraband Lyrics
Contraband
Migos
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    "Contraband." - Migos

    Album: No Label II
    Track No: 03
    (Zaytoven)
    (That bando music)
    (That bando music)
    Trap shit
    (Trap shit)
    Huh
    Narcotics
    Huh, pull, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
    This for my **** in the trap selling
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody kick it up
    Contraband
    (Yow)
    Uh, narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic)
    Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic, narcotic)
    Dope boys right now on the block
    Running up numbers, young **** don't need a wallet
    (No you don't, don't)
    Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy
    When a **** growed up wanna be a dope boy
    (Contraband)
    Mom bust in, caught me counting money
    "Say you better not be dealing that coke, boy"
    (Momma)
    Got caught up in breaking their houses
    (Yow)
    First time a young **** seein' a thousand
    (Dey yow)
    Then I went and copped my Audi
    (Sket)
    Then I had a meeting with a plug on a mountain
    (Plug)
    The plug start frowning
    (Huh)
    'Cause I needed a thousand ounces
    (Dang)
    Why you needed a thousand ounces?
    (Go)
    'Cause my young **** finna go snatch 'em
    Plug, I attack 'em
    (Go)
    Calling the plug for ransom
    (Hol' 'em up)
    Rich **** pull up in Phantoms
    (Weak)
    Trapping the nicks
    (Trap)
    Flipping them nicks
    (Go)
    Young **** I'm walking with cannon
    (Brrah)
    My bitch got the dope in her panties
    (Bitch)
    Shh, you too dramatic
    (Dramatic)
    All of my **** go money savage
    (Money)
    Bricks in the Hummer, it's automatic
    (Skrrt now)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody kick it up
    Contraband
    (Yow)
    (Offset)
    Uh, narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic)
    Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic, narcotic)
    (We got the trucks out on the block now)
    Dope boys right now on the block
    Running up numbers, young **** don't need a wallet
    (No you don't, don't)
    Contraband contraband contraband
    (Contraband)
    Take down one hundred birds, I'm a country man
    The plug is talking Español, I understand
    Throwing a brick like Randall Cunningham
    J's they love me cause I got good customer service
    I live in the trap so sometimes I be nervous
    (Huh)
    Get rich or die trying like Curtis
    The trap concession stand, get you a slurpy
    (Whoop)
    You obviously never been in a trap
    (Never ever)
    We shortage you, you ain't get money back
    (Shortage you)
    Beating the pot Mortal Kombat, Jax
    (Beat it)
    Brick big as hell, hit it with the axe
    (Uh)
    The gas is Ricky and you need some Act
    (Gas)
    The stove don't work, just use a match
    (Will)
    I'm fucking your bitch, she a gnat
    (Gnat)
    You don't Panamera, got a hatchback
    (Shoot-skrrt)
    Customer, customer I am a hustler
    (Customer)
    I got candy Reese's Buttercup
    (Candy yow)
    Offset is worth 2 million plus
    (I said)
    Touch down the plug, then drop a rope
    (Touch down)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody kick it up
    Contraband
    (Yow)
    Uh, narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic)
    Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic, norcatic)
    Dope boys right now on the block
    Running up numbers, young **** don't need a wallet
    (No you don't, don't)
    Contraband, narcotic, narcotic
    (Contraband, narcotic, narcotic)
    Contraband, contraband, narcotic, contraband
    Contraband
    Smoking OG's from Afghanistan
    (Gas)
    I got the candy, they call me the Candy-Man
    (I got it)
    Bands can't fit in a rubber band
    (Oh)
    No football, I'm walking with thigh pads
    (Touch down)
    Baking soda with the water
    Stove on, throw the dope in a fire pan
    (Stamp)
    Pick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador
    Audi R8 creepin' like a tarantula
    (Audi)
    Making moves, spectacular
    (Move)
    Beating the dope with the stick and it's magical
    (Beat it)
    I set the block off and it's epical
    (Set it off)
    Bank of America, walking register
    (America)
    Can't fuck wit you ****, too skeptical
    (Nah)
    Undercover, you work with the federals
    (Huh)
    O-G gas bags and they medical
    (Gas)
    Work in my bando
    Got cookies they edible
    (Bando)
    Stretching the work, it's incredible
    (Stretching the)
    Pull up on the plug so I can go pick up some
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Contraband, contraband, contraband
    (Yow)
    Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody kick it up
    Contraband
    (Yow)
    Uh, narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic)
    Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic
    (Narcotic, narcotic)
    Dope boys right now on the block
    Running up numbers, young **** don't need a wallet
    (No you don't, don't)

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.

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