Eddie Franco - Contraband Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, Franco (b-b-b-b-beats per minute)
All the good times came and went huh
(Seriously Eddie)
I see you on the gram I just can't win huh
I can't smoke so how I cope I throw on fits, woah
She say I'm dope I cannot lie, Kiersey Clemons, woah
Come to your aid if you need me I got lemons, woah
It seems you don't need me I can't let it be
I can't let it go, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
All up in my ear
I used to face that blunt
It helped me face my fears
And when I do my stunts
No double I'm right here
Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Karma baby
That's karma baby
That's karma baby
Yeah I know it would be bad if I hit you
You ain't hit me back last time
I just gotta stop traffic sign
I'm just tryna have fun at 9
Me and the gang going at 6
Everybody else going but you and your friends
See you on the gram and you pretend like it depends
If you ain't happy yet, fake it till you make it then
I'm just tryna get money nigga, I feel like the bakers man
Gold bracelet purple on me, yeah I'm a real Laker fan
I ain't got no backup plan incase it hit the fan
Patty cake, patty cake
Get bread like bakers man
You know my phone it got Memphis area code
Like Ja Morant
You can diss me on the timeline all you want
But you still ignorant
You can explain to me sometime
I just wanna understand
I ain't get no closure damn
Used to smoke that contraband
Cuz I wanna talk to my fam, yeah (damn)
Free my Uncle out the can
I'm tryna get on magazine yeah like Slam
And I might just pour up for Yams
You can be peanut butter baby don't jam
I been moving broccoli yeah I feel like Dram
Used to give me brain real quick yeah like cram
Fifteen minutes then she had to scram, damn
All the good times came and went huh
I see you on the gram I just can't win huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Franco)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, Franco (b-b-b-b-beats per minute)
All the good times came and went huh
(Seriously Eddie)
I see you on the gram I just can't win huh
I can't smoke so how I cope I throw on fits, woah
She say I'm dope I cannot lie, Kiersey Clemons, woah
Come to your aid if you need me I got lemons, woah
It seems you don't need me I can't let it be
I can't let it go, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
All up in my ear
I used to face that blunt
It helped me face my fears
And when I do my stunts
No double I'm right here
Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Karma baby
That's karma baby
That's karma baby
Yeah I know it would be bad if I hit you
You ain't hit me back last time
I just gotta stop traffic sign
I'm just tryna have fun at 9
Me and the gang going at 6
Everybody else going but you and your friends
See you on the gram and you pretend like it depends
If you ain't happy yet, fake it till you make it then
I'm just tryna get money nigga, I feel like the bakers man
Gold bracelet purple on me, yeah I'm a real Laker fan
I ain't got no backup plan incase it hit the fan
Patty cake, patty cake
Get bread like bakers man
You know my phone it got Memphis area code
Like Ja Morant
You can diss me on the timeline all you want
But you still ignorant
You can explain to me sometime
I just wanna understand
I ain't get no closure damn
Used to smoke that contraband
Cuz I wanna talk to my fam, yeah (damn)
Free my Uncle out the can
I'm tryna get on magazine yeah like Slam
And I might just pour up for Yams
You can be peanut butter baby don't jam
I been moving broccoli yeah I feel like Dram
Used to give me brain real quick yeah like cram
Fifteen minutes then she had to scram, damn
All the good times came and went huh
I see you on the gram I just can't win huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Franco)