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(Narcotics)\nUh\nWhoa\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh\nThis for my niggas in the trap sellin'\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nTrap house, it don't even matter or the bando\nEverybody cookin' up contraband (go, go, uh)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic, narcotic)\nDope boys right now on the block\nRunnin' up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet (run it up, go)\nDope boy, dope boy, dope boy\nWhen a nigga growed up, wanna be a dope boy (contraband)\nMama bust in, caught me countin' money\nSay, \"You better not be dealin' that coke, boy\" (mama)\nGot caught up in breakin' in houses\nFirst time a young nigga seen a thousand\nThen I went and copped my Audi (skrrt)\nThen I had a meetin' with a plug in the mountains (plug)\nThe plug start frownin' (huh?)\n'Cause I needed a thousand ounces\n\"Why you needed a thousand ounces?\"\n'Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em\nPlug, I attack 'em\nHoldin' the plug for ransom (hold him up)\nRich nigga pull up in Phantom (rich)\nTrappin' the nicks, flippin' the nicks\nYoung nigga, I'm walkin' with cannons (grraow)\nMy bitch got the dope in her panties (bitch)\nYou too dramatic (dramatic)\nAll of my niggas go money savage (money)\nBricks in the Hummer, it's automatic (skrrt)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nTrap house, it don't even matter or the bando\nEverybody cookin' up contraband (go, go, uh) (Offset)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic, narcotic)\nDope boys right now on the block\nRunnin' up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet (run it up, go)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (contraband)\nTouchdown, hundred birds on the country, man\nThe plug is talkin' Español, I understand\nThrowin' a brick like Randall Cunningham\nJ's they love me 'cause I got good customer service\nI live in the trap so sometimes I be nervous (huh?)\nGet rich or die tryin' like Curtis\nThe trap concession stand, get you a Slurpee (woo)\nYou obviously never been in a trap (never ever)\nHe shorted you, you ain't get money back (shorted you)\nBeatin' the pot Mortal Kombat Jax (beat it)\nBrick big as hell, hit it with the axe\nThe gas is reekin', you need some Axe (gas)\nThe stove don't work just use a match (whip)\nI'm fuckin' your bitch, she a gnat-gnat (smash)\nTwo-door Panamera, got a hatchback (skrrt-skrrt)\nCustomer, customer, I am a hustler (customer)\nI got candy, Reese's Buttercup (candied yams)\nOffset is worth ten million plus (Offset)\nTouchdown on the plug, then drop a rope (touchdown)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nTrap house, it don't even matter or the bando\nEverybody cookin' up contraband (go, go, uh)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic, narcotic)\nDope boys right now on the block\nRunnin' up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet (run it up, go)\nContraband, narcotic, narcotic, contraband (contraband)\nContraband, narcotic, contraband (contraband)\nSmokin' OG from Afghanistan (gas)\nI got the candy, they call me the Candy Man (I got it)\nBands can't fit in the rubber band (huh?)\nNo football, I'm walkin' with thigh pads (touchdown)\nBakin' soda with the water\nStove on, throw the dope in a fryin' pan\nPick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador\nAudi R8 creepin', like a tarantula (Audi)\nMakin' moves, spectacular (moves)\nBeatin' the dope with the stick and it's magical (beat it)\nI set the block off and it's epical (set it off)\nBank of America, walkin' register (Bank of America)\nCan't fuck with you niggas, too skeptical\nUndercover, you work with the federals (huh?)\nOG gas bags and it's medical (gas)\nWork in my bando, got cookies, they edible (bando)\nStretchin' the work, it's incredible (stretchin' it)\nPull up on the plug so I can go pick up some\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nContraband, contraband, contraband (dope)\nTrap house, it don't even matter or the bando\nEverybody cookin' up contraband (go, go, uh)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic)\nNarcotic, narcotic, narcotic (narcotic, narcotic)\nDope boys right now on the block\nRunnin' up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet (run it up, go)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.29] Zaytoven\n[00:02.66] That bando music\n[00:04.48] Trap shit\n[00:06.47] Narcotics\n[00:11.72] This for my niggas in the trap selling\n[00:14.22] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[00:16.37] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[00:17.86] Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n[00:20.54] Contraband\n[00:21.56] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[00:23.31] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[00:25.06] Dope boys right now on the block\n[00:26.48] Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n[00:28.76] Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy\n[00:30.15] When a nigga growed up wanna be a dope boy (contraband)\n[00:32.43] Mom bust in, caught me counting money\n[00:34.04] Said, \"you better not be dealing that coke, boy!\" (mama!)\n[00:35.50] Got caught up in breaking them houses\n[00:37.18] First time a young nigga seen 1000\n[00:39.65] Then I went and copped my Audi\n[00:41.09] Then I had a meeting with a plug on a mountain\n[00:43.03] The plug start frowning\n[00:44.28] 'Cause I needed 1000 ounces\n[00:46.01] \"Why you needed 1000 ounces?\"\n[00:47.86] 'Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em\n[00:49.65] Plug, I attack 'em\n[00:50.56] Calling the plug for ransom\n[00:52.22] Rich nigga pull up in Phantoms\n[00:53.75] Trapping the nicks, flipping them nicks\n[00:55.53] Young nigga I'm walking with cannon\n[00:57.52] My bitch got the dope in her panties\n[00:59.64] You too dramatic\n[01:01.30] All of my niggas go money savage\n[01:03.10] Bricks in the Hummer, it's automatic\n[01:04.71] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[01:06.72] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[01:08.23] Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n[01:11.09] Contraband (Offset!)\n[01:12.18] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[01:13.97] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[01:15.55] Dope boys right now on the block\n[01:17.10] Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n[01:19.23] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[01:20.84] Take down one hundred birds, I'm a country man\n[01:22.36] The plug is talking Español, I understand\n[01:24.29] Throwing a brick like Randall Cunningham\n[01:26.28] J's they love me 'cause I got good customer service\n[01:28.20] I live in the trap, so sometimes I be nervous\n[01:30.09] Get rich or die trying like Curtis\n[01:31.36] The trap concession stand, get you a slurpy\n[01:33.44] You obviously never been in a trap (never ever)\n[01:35.39] We shortage you, you ain't get money back\n[01:37.39] Beating the pot Mortal Kombat, Jax, brick big as hell, hit it with the axe\n[01:40.63] The gas is Ricky and you need some Act, the stove don't work, just use a match\n[01:44.40] I'm fucking your bitch, she a nat nat, you don't Panamera, got a hatchback\n[01:48.26] Customer, customer I am a hustler, I got candy Reese's Buttercup\n[01:51.89] Offset is worth two million plus, touch down the plug, then drop a rope\n[01:55.27] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[01:57.29] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[01:58.94] Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n[02:01.70] Contraband\n[02:02.61] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[02:04.49] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[02:06.41] Dope boys right now on the block\n[02:07.52] Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n[02:09.70] Contraband narcotic, narcotic\n[02:11.13] Contraband, contraband, narcotic contraband\n[02:12.85] Contraband, smoking OG's from Afghanistan\n[02:14.90] I got the candy, they call me the Candy-Man\n[02:16.92] Bands can't fit in a rubber band\n[02:18.52] No football, I'm walking with thigh pads\n[02:20.65] Baking soda with the water\n[02:21.82] Stove on, throw the dope in a fire pan\n[02:24.16] Pick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador\n[02:26.00] Audi R8 creepin', like a tarantula\n[02:27.89] Making moves, spectacular\n[02:29.15] Beating the dope with the stick and it's magical\n[02:31.49] I set the block off and it's epical\n[02:32.89] Bank of America, walking register\n[02:34.85] Can't fuck wit you niggas, too skeptical\n[02:36.65] Undercover, you work with the federals\n[02:38.54] OG gas bags and it's medical\n[02:40.14] Work in my bando, got cookies they edible\n[02:42.44] Stretching the work it's incredible\n[02:44.08] Pull up on the plug, so I can go pick up some\n[02:45.94] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[02:47.61] Contraband, contraband, contraband\n[02:49.57] Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n[02:52.32] Contraband\n[02:53.12] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[02:55.04] Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n[02:56.86] Dope boys right now on the block\n[02:58.17] Running up numbers, young nigga don't need 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That bando music\n  Trap shit\n  Narcotics\n  This for my niggas in the trap selling\n\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n  Contraband\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Dope boys right now on the block\n  Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n\n  Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy\n  When a nigga growed up wanna be a dope boy (contraband)\n  Mom bust in, caught me counting money\n  Said, \"you better not be dealing that coke, boy!\" (mama!)\n  Got caught up in breaking them houses\n  First time a young nigga seen 1000\n  Then I went and copped my Audi\n  Then I had a meeting with a plug on a mountain\n  The plug start frowning\n  'Cause I needed 1000 ounces\n\n  \"Why you needed 1000 ounces?\"\n  'Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em\n  Plug, I attack 'em\n  Calling the plug for ransom\n  Rich nigga pull up in Phantoms\n  Trapping the nicks, flipping them nicks\n  Young nigga I'm walking with cannon\n  My bitch got the dope in her panties\n  You too dramatic\n  All of my niggas go money savage\n  Bricks in the Hummer, it's automatic\n\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n  Contraband (Offset!)\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Dope boys right now on the block\n  Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Take down one hundred birds, I'm a country man\n  The plug is talking Español, I understand\n  Throwing a brick like Randall Cunningham\n  J's they love me 'cause I got good customer service\n  I live in the trap, so sometimes I be nervous\n  Get rich or die trying like Curtis\n  The trap concession stand, get you a slurpy\n\n  You obviously never been in a trap (never ever)\n  We shortage you, you ain't get money back\n  Beating the pot Mortal Kombat, Jax, brick big as hell, hit it with the axe\n  The gas is Ricky and you need some Act, the stove don't work, just use a match\n  I'm fucking your bitch, she a nat nat, you don't Panamera, got a hatchback\n  Customer, customer I am a hustler, I got candy Reese's Buttercup\n  Offset is worth two million plus, touch down the plug, then drop a rope\n\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n  Contraband\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Dope boys right now on the block\n  Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n\n  Contraband narcotic, narcotic\n  Contraband, contraband, narcotic contraband\n  Contraband, smoking OG's from Afghanistan\n  I got the candy, they call me the Candy-Man\n  Bands can't fit in a rubber band\n  No football, I'm walking with thigh pads\n  Baking soda with the water\n  Stove on, throw the dope in a fire pan\n  Pick up the spatula, I'm the ambassador\n  Audi R8 creepin', like a tarantula\n\n  Making moves, spectacular\n  Beating the dope with the stick and it's magical\n  I set the block off and it's epical\n  Bank of America, walking register\n  Can't fuck wit you niggas, too skeptical\n  Undercover, you work with the federals\n  OG gas bags and it's medical\n  Work in my bando, got cookies they edible\n  Stretching the work it's incredible\n  Pull up on the plug, so I can go pick up some\n\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Contraband, contraband, contraband\n  Trap house, it don't even matter, or the bando, everybody cook it up\n  Contraband\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Narcotic, narcotic, narcotic\n  Dope boys right now on the block\n  Running up numbers, young nigga don't need a wallet\n"}]