Mr. Contraband

Lyrics

[Intro] (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) (Rocco here learned to cook in the joint) (Damn, Spancy) [Chorus] Mr. Contraband, I got lot of bands Five hundred grams, this too much to bank Packs and shanks, my landing smells like Dam It's peak when a paigon land, throw some bangs, then shave that man [Verse 1] Cut down opps like trees, and smoke 'em, Calvin pack too potent Opps get caught and deny their involvement, I ain't tryna hear that, already soaked him Opps get caught and back their soakers, change their mind, then run like jokers And we should be sponsored by Ford, stepped in a Kuga, Fusion, Focus Still a Fiesta got down Culprit, EcoSport got reused That one got down three yutes, two OneSiders and a QC yute Trip and drop, I wouldn't wanna be you, chinged Chinx's chest, looked see-through Swing this ching, for the things he see through, me, DB, he tryna get free too Duck duck Goose, he's dodging a 3.2, 3.8 spin, bro drive and beat two Blitz had the flicks, like, pick up the trey, but bro is a beast, he still bored C2 Bored up L2, got down V too We gave V 9, he got no balance, he ain't from E9 Man get hit with the 4 door clothesline, [?] shot my favourite branding Zombie Knife got easy handlin', wet man's chest, now he's slowly drownin' I feel like Vader, hands be stranglin' (Feel like Vader, hands be stranglin') I feel like Vader, hands be stranglin' Shit gets dark, I seen man choke on blood, I laughed Made man breathe through tubes like Bane, turn man Hawkings if I can't pack man Send man under ground like train, hollow man out when I'm dressed like Batman Slap man, aim for his face like backhand, whack man, get to their base and strap man Grab man, swipe his legs and stab man, bad man, chop man's face, tryna scrap man Like, back up, nobody came when you called for backup Then tried back their shanks on Greez', but broski backed his mash, like "back up" Mizz went down, he didn't get back up He didn't— he didn't get back up Mizz went down, he didn't get back up, Gucc' went down, he didn't get back up Bully the beef, we got three packs up [Chorus] Mr. Contraband, I got lot of bands Five hundred grams, this too much to bank (Ahh, ahh) Packs and shanks, my landing smells like Dam It's peak when a paigon land, throw some bangs, then shave that man