Contra

From the hood where them niggas pack fullys

Turn an ounce of reg to a cutty

Count money with a 10 deep flannel on

SB's lookin' like they been painted on

Jeans fittin' like they was made for me

Your pants lookin' like, they was hand-me-downs from your Daddy

Get at me, my fit worth a stacky

I'm in a caddy getting head in the back seat

Rubbin' on her yakki

Then it start rainin', when I start cummin'

So now I'm brainstorming, on how I'm gon' run it

And yall like fags, pussy you don't want it

Gosh darn it, got heat like furnace, and I raise it like thermostat

Rollin' that Thundercat kush look like Panthro

Heard you grab your ankles, take it in your manhole

That's so disgusting, I think I just threw up in my mouth

Can somebody pass me a towel?

A wetnap or something? Nigga is you frontin'?

I beat you in your face, now your head like a pumpkin

Jack-O-Lantern, I'm Danny Tanner

Watchin' that white girl, you a dry jheri curl

You worthless piece of shit

Your baby mama begged me to suck my dick

And I ain't gon' let her, she look like Predator

You a gay boy like David Archuleta

Contra, where niggas pierce armor

It's two niggas, two guns, blowin' out your conscience

You see them chrome fourty-fours, in this bitch with thirty men

Yall niggas know the code like...

Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A B A Select Start

Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A B A Select Start

Yo, when I write yall, I blackout like nightfall

I'm never shitted on like that flight stall, that's quite small

You wouldn't like me when I get gutter, it's the legit cutter

And you ain't sharp enough to split butter

I stack riches, throwin' niggas in black ditches

You wack bitches, while you mixed up like when the track switches

Hand on my nuts like my sac itches

Lookin' like The Mack, hitting 'lac switches

Hiding guns in my Abercrombie

With a dime piece, gettin' more brain than a zombie

Times 3, Ladies Love Cool J

I need a bitch with more class than a school day

I heard a fool say I wasn't in his top 3

Stepped off with a broke arm and a popped knee

See me & Brown is no regular team

We make the whole planet flip like Omega Supreme

Yeah, make 'em hype, yo I murder with this tight flow

You a typo, plus you suck like lypo

I keep bodies hid, fuck a John Gotti bid

Talk money, then we can chop it up like the Karate Kid

But don't think I won't clap and merk 'em

Infrared, beam 'em up, I will Captain Kirk 'em

And turn 'em to a brainless dodo

And break 'em both, legs one and two, like when Kane was solo

I'm snatchin' up his chains and Polo, the flow's fitted

To pose with it in the strangest photo

I'm bumpin' blue genie, if your stacks is too teeny

First you see me, and then you don't like I'm Houdini

Nigga