Kieran Bright & Backwood Boy - Contraband (feat. Almiighty DT)

Aye Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard
Nine9 made it

Contraband, contraband
Contraband, I'm the man
Got contrabands, on demand
Contraband, contraband
Contraband, I'm the man
Got contrabands, on demand
I'm the man, got contrabands, on demand
Other hand, I got the percs, I got the xans, yeah
I'm the man, got all these bands, and all the brands
Vetements, on my chest, and the Moncler coat
I ain't work a nine to five, I'm serving psychedelics
I was selling contrabands, It came straight from heaven
Gotta keep a strap on me twenty-four seven
I went to the trap and walked out with the saran
What's that crushed up in my lean? Man it's all xans
Got the benzos and the notes you don't understand
The trap love me, and I love my contraband
I'd rather get caught with it than without it

Contraband, aye, DT, I'm the man
All the bands, contrabands, pop a xan
I'm on the plan, to get back, EBK, I'm with that
If he try me, give him luck, he need that
Snakes in the grass, watch your back, fuck the feedback
I'm 'bout my bands, them blue faces, yeah them green stacks
If he wanna hate, get him gone, push him back, back
I can't lie, I got this shit in my backpack
Lil' nigga try me up the beam
Don't need a team, all I got is me
If you moving slow, stay in the dream
All I need is dope give it all to me
Yeah I got this contraband, police chasing me
Bitch come suck me up, Imma roll this weed, aye
I'm just tryin' to get this contraband
You know I'm DT, I'm the man
And you know I love all these bands
And bitches think I'm they man, aye
Contraband, contraband
I'm the man, I'm DT
Fuck your name, fuck your bands
I'm EBK, get the gang, set him up
Get the gang, click clack bang
Wet him up

Hey, hey, aggression
Restart, tempo on
Movin' with that contraband, I'm moving with that pack
Gotta keep a glizzie cause you know I never lack
Twenty seventeen, that was last year
Twenty nineteen, that is this year
We sip lean, we don't drink beer
I move with the silence, yeah I move when it's clear
Nine9 didn't make it, I just put his tag on there
Selling so much pills, making money I don't care
Feeding the whole team, cause I got all these notes, yeah
I just got the contraband, I got it off the boat
My house like a castle, its surrounded by a moat
Cook me up some eggs, man I just want 'em poached
And, this Glock 17 what I tote
You and I, we don't got the same approach
Shout out Daisy Bon, yeah she's a cp
Shout out Daisy Bon, yeah I'm trying to cp

Aye, shout out Daisy Bon she's a super cp
Moving all these contrabands, you can't see me, yeah, aye
Contrabands on me, I got

Contraband, contraband
Contraband, I'm the man
Got contrabands, on demand
Contraband, contraband
Contraband, I'm the man
Got contrabands, on demand
I'm the man, got contrabands, on demand
Other hand, I got the percs, I got the xans, yeah
I'm the man, got all these bands, and all the brands
Vetements, on my chest, and the Moncler coat

Written by:
Dorian Tadum, Jonathan Mar, Nelson Dowden

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