Contra

[Intro]
1Hunnit
(No, Julius)
What you smokin', nigga? Spark that shit
What you sippin', nigga? Pour up
Fuck with me, mmm

[Chorus]
I'm headed to the country with some contra
Double cup of Aunt Jemima in a Fanta
I'm countin' cheese, thumbin' through it fast like he Honda
I love the sound of the money counter, that's my mantra
Fuck Benz, we gon' save some gas, take the Honda
I was bad as hell, my mama sent me to aunt Ronda's
I used to love hittin' the candy house at Ms. Fonda's
Pick up the load, salute my trucker's hat, it's made by Von Dutch

[Verse 1]
To keep it player with you, I'm a bit much
Iced out beaker on my neck, the back say "Hutch"
I was a throwback tackle type kid, he two hand touched
I really wasn't a Reilly type nigga, I would've slapped Butch
When life brings fiascos, you gotta kick, push
Skateboard sittin' on my counter, I like to sell bush
Baby came BBL bod', she got a big tush
Every time them people got noisy, I was sayin', "Shush"
(Be quiet)
Mmm, I bet the white gon' jump, Billy Hoyle
I'm in here actin' like Bender, I need oil
I'm in love with the drank, this bitch loyal (She loyal to me)

[Chorus]
I'm headed to the country with some contra
Double cup of Aunt Jemima in a Fanta
I'm countin' cheese, thumbin' through it fast like he Honda
I love the sound of the money counter, that's my mantra
Fuck Benz, we gon' save some gas, take the Honda
I was bad as hell, my mama sent me to aunt Ronda's
I used to love hittin' the candy house at Ms. Fonda's
Pick up the load, salute my trucker's hat, it's made by Von Dutch
(Put that shit on)

[Verse 2]
Sleep, one eye open like Leela, my cup stronger than tequila
We got zotti, good Monifer, I get high as Wiz Khalifa
Had to leave when I just got there, my bitch actin' like a diva
Rumor has it niggas lyin', call 'em Reever
Watch me thumb through this Velveeta, pack move faster than a cheetah
Niggas cheesier than Chester, fuck a lame, we do not greet 'em
I see 'em startin' to hop on dick, they gotta joint 'em, they can beat 'em (Hoppin'-ass dweebs)

[Chorus]
I'm headed to the country with some contra
Double cup of Aunt Jemima in a Fanta
I'm countin' cheese, thumbin' through it fast like he Honda
I love the sound of the money counter, that's my mantra
Fuck Benz, we gon' save some gas, take the Honda
I was bad as hell, my mama sent me to aunt Ronda's
I used to love hittin' the candy house at Ms. Fonda's
Pick up the load, salute my trucker's hat, it's made by Von Dutch