Tokin' Squad - Contraband (feat. Dilemma, Maximus & I.Z.) Lyrics

Feghali drop that shit
I'm no middle man, I'm the man
On the other hand, rollin' contraband
While you're in the stands talking shit, but who's the one gettin' all the bands? (Me)
So, I really cannot understand, why you aren't a fan
Maybe if you were, I would lend you my hand, but since you not (Since you not!)
I'ma just stick to the plan (Lil' bitch!)
In the stu', runnin' it up, all about the m's, runnin' the muck
Gettin' the check, yeah, we cuttin' it up, smokin' on gas, fillin' it up
Ice on my wrist like I injured it, hop in the whip with a foreign bitch (Foreign)
Girl on her knees just like Kapernick
Coughin' on the dick like she was sick of it (Ba, ba!)
Contraband, contraband, contraband, contraband, uh
I don't give a f*ck 'bout the contraband, uh
Hunnid man, stuntin' man, runnin' man, uh
Focus up, man, it's the Taliban, uh
Ak-47, size of a f*ckin' minivan, in the coupe with the crew, see the dudes, and they ran
Many shots, many bodies, leave 'em in the f*ckin' sand
Black and white checkered vans, radar pulse, and vision scan (Ayy!)
Can't go broke, not over man, nah, can't stop smoke, not a sober man, nah
Top of the class, I'ma noble man, "woof", I'ma dog, I'ma Doberman (Lil' bitch!)
Zero to a hero, but I'm no white night, black and white movie, it's a horror film
Feed like a plant, can't grow at night, need my green, my chlorophyll
Wax in the dab, rip it, dabber-man (Ayy)
K. Dot sang it, rapper-man (Ayy)
Hunnid man, hunnid man, hunnid bands
I could do it all, no capper-man (Ayy)
Sour got the power by the hour, f*ck the powder, flower gives a real super power
Call me Eddie Bower, cookie with the flour, to empower, to devour
Smoke around her, just a bit louder
Complacent on my devastation, livin' with no hesitation
Keeps me in my simulation, got me feelin' weirdo
Basic bitches steady chasin', thinkin' of my admirations
Help me through my situations, copin' skills at zero
Kids humiliated, overthinkin', contemplation
All in your imagination, actin' like a f*ckin' hero
Get you through the operation (Operation)
Uncle Ruckus, no relation (No relation)
Under God, we all one nation, "oh dear God no!"
Note one fact, for sure, my n****s peelin' back some mo'
Lowkey, we pullin' back the crossbow arrow to blow back and go
You know, I just bagged some hoes, she came right back for mo'
Keep that bitch tight in my bag, I might pull up and snatch your hoe
Hit it, then I'm out the door
Step out the door, get a bag, grab the extendo mags
I'ma just brag, don't give a f*ck what you had
'Til all the bodies get dragged (Bitch)
I don't give a f*ck about a bitch ('Bout a bitch)
Stay down with the dogs, they never switch (Never switch n****)