Banana clip

Holding that muhfucka tight
I'm strapped wit 4 I'm strapped wit wood and a muhfuckan pipe
Poppin pills sipping sprite
Choppa ready yeah that hoe take ya life

Never ride for a thot had to front on a bitch
Belt wit a round keep a glock on my hip
Trip em down at the red light hitters gon hit
Got my vitamin C the banana my clip

Shoot at his chest 45 make it fatal
Bullets went fast and they came out the draco
Lights flashing whole team gotta lay low
I ain't hear shit give a fuck bout what they know

Spinal cord rupture that hoe in a trance
Ran on a chase signed a check in advance
Tay k the race we out on the lamb
Put the movers on payroll we selling off plant

Shot at anyone gunning down any status
Cremation business turn snitches to ashes
Smokin and drankin' I can't break my habits
Laid her ass down popped a bitch to her casket

Satan callin' left that work to my demons
Huntin for thots pulling out open season
Heater gon blast I don't need any reasons
I gave her the meat even though she was vegan

Dick riding thugs get the fuck out the closet
Drug trade came out the back and it's profit
Fake label money get an audit
We lied to there faces them bitches all bought it



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Writer(s): Chet Blakey
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