Intro:
Ahahahaha, king’s awaken let’s get this shit
Verse One:
Aye young
Killed ya threw ya body in the bayou
For the right price them niggas may buy you
Said you was a blood, oh you mean Piru?
Acting like a bitch should call you Miyu
She got a big ass peach call her Nunu
Dont get stunned cause my gun may peek at chu
Electrify that ass mon like Pikachu
I tip my hat off to ya, how do ya do?
You wanna reach me above the mountains
Look at chu, I do the do bitches pressed now they wanna sew
She said my so flow so sick, then she caught the flu
I like my bitches in threes but i'll take two
Hook:
Contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
Hella bands, hella bands, watch ya fucking hands
Designer brands we so grand it's a dreamland
A crownland ya they follow my commands
Verse Two:
I bought her a Louis she nicknamed Lou Lou
Nick named em a son and Gucci did too
I ont blame em niggas always acting brand new
Will I have to shame em and knock em off their pedastle
You don't wanna miss it it'll be a fire spectacle
Aww he think he winning my nigga you're so breakable
I'll only say it once hoe I don't take no bull
They looking up to me I'm just that noble
I'm international, versatile you stay local
Center of attention bitch yup I'm your focal
Point you a pig oink oink, now she tryna fuck on me
Her friends screaming boink boink
Listen I'm having some fun here
You gotta have a crown just to sit in my chair
All this ice on me you can call me Gerry Sier
Then I stopped at the moon cause I had a light year
Hook:
Contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
Hella bands, hella bands, watch ya fucking hands
Designer brands we so grand it's a dreamland
A crownland ya they follow my commands
Verse Three:
She said my dick on benji cause it stay one hunnit
Every time I climax I say we hit the fucking summit
Now she running round talking bullshit through the town
Tell that man with the crown to run it like Chris Brown
Everyone that I surround got they shit down pound
Money bags by the pound yeah a nigga doing rounds
Freaky deeky sex now I got the bitch all bound
After that we rest and smoke good trees in the lounge
I ont even gotta talk and I ont gotta be loud
My silence kills, weed whispers to the clouds
You tryna talk to me, I'm too high to be reached
Better listen to ya pastor go practice watchu preach bitch
Outro:
Ahahahahaha aww shit, king’s awaken
I was on my lil slumber mode now I’m back to killing y’all niggas like
Hmph, ya dig?
Ahahahaha, king’s awaken let’s get this shit
Verse One:
Aye young
Killed ya threw ya body in the bayou
For the right price them niggas may buy you
Said you was a blood, oh you mean Piru?
Acting like a bitch should call you Miyu
She got a big ass peach call her Nunu
Dont get stunned cause my gun may peek at chu
Electrify that ass mon like Pikachu
I tip my hat off to ya, how do ya do?
You wanna reach me above the mountains
Look at chu, I do the do bitches pressed now they wanna sew
She said my so flow so sick, then she caught the flu
I like my bitches in threes but i'll take two
Hook:
Contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
Hella bands, hella bands, watch ya fucking hands
Designer brands we so grand it's a dreamland
A crownland ya they follow my commands
Verse Two:
I bought her a Louis she nicknamed Lou Lou
Nick named em a son and Gucci did too
I ont blame em niggas always acting brand new
Will I have to shame em and knock em off their pedastle
You don't wanna miss it it'll be a fire spectacle
Aww he think he winning my nigga you're so breakable
I'll only say it once hoe I don't take no bull
They looking up to me I'm just that noble
I'm international, versatile you stay local
Center of attention bitch yup I'm your focal
Point you a pig oink oink, now she tryna fuck on me
Her friends screaming boink boink
Listen I'm having some fun here
You gotta have a crown just to sit in my chair
All this ice on me you can call me Gerry Sier
Then I stopped at the moon cause I had a light year
Hook:
Contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
Hella bands, hella bands, watch ya fucking hands
Designer brands we so grand it's a dreamland
A crownland ya they follow my commands
Verse Three:
She said my dick on benji cause it stay one hunnit
Every time I climax I say we hit the fucking summit
Now she running round talking bullshit through the town
Tell that man with the crown to run it like Chris Brown
Everyone that I surround got they shit down pound
Money bags by the pound yeah a nigga doing rounds
Freaky deeky sex now I got the bitch all bound
After that we rest and smoke good trees in the lounge
I ont even gotta talk and I ont gotta be loud
My silence kills, weed whispers to the clouds
You tryna talk to me, I'm too high to be reached
Better listen to ya pastor go practice watchu preach bitch
Outro:
Ahahahahaha aww shit, king’s awaken
I was on my lil slumber mode now I’m back to killing y’all niggas like
Hmph, ya dig?
( Judaah )
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