TruRebel Migs - Contact Lyrics

Pop that
Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at
I was busy getting to it
I forgot to call back
I forgot you all lapped
My shit marathon slap
Nippy if I talk smack
Cryptic where my bars at
Pen game like the language
In these other rappers contracts Them and me is contrast Running up all kind of pack Know you know the vibes
You could feel it through the Comcast These niggas is CAPCOM
Talking like they Mega Man
Pop em’ like a Mega Men
Bitch I’m talking vitamins
Down it
When this bottle drop its Heineken You fucked up
Need a Heimlich
Got your frenemies behind you
They gon line up just to line you When you flat line on your vitals
I remind you
Taller then Eiffel
Your fall off harder
A drama start up can’t even hype you Lights camera action
Go and
Pop that
Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at
I was busy getting to it
Stadium shades up on my face
I’m looking Sport Center
I put this paper all together
Like it’s Staples Center
Straight facts I feed a hot girl summer Come n eat a nigga
If she on birth control I like her I could skeet in her
Don’t try to baller block
Pull up pop
Check up ball in
Call a corner
8 ball in the pocket
If you call n cop
Balling to the point that if I cut her She gon call the cops
Can’t cuff on no corny thot
Get it out tha parking lot
Stop it slime just
Pop that
Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at
I been busy getting to it
Yah can’t see me
Need some contacts Cornea they quarterbacking All this whack shit
Warren sapping
Running backs

Run it back
You looking like a runner man
All that flexing on tha gram
You running all in place
Should do the running man
Run a couple bands
I need some rubber bands
I just bust a dance
N be like fuck em
Till the rubber snap
Colder then a stunner slam
Colder then a cola can
Coke all in your nose
It got me blowing
Like a running fan
Touch it
You gon cut a hand
Fuck the numbers up
The man gon run it up to Uncle Sam Run it up n double that
Ran to them to double back
I can’t fuck with that
So fuck good luck
N pucker up
N suck a ass up
N just shut the can
Shut the fuck up
I’m the man
Pop that
Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at
I was busy getting to it
I forgot to call back