BANANAS
Pop out with this Glock cause I ain't got no manners
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
I'm getting this bread through them blues I be fanning
Yea, I'm getting this bread through them blues I be fanning
Pop out with the gang and no you can't hang
Me and my N we rocking them chains
250 a fit and five k for the rings
Straight out the box yea this shit Johnny dang
Been hustling since ten no this shit ain't a game
Straight to the top I pop out with a bang
Can't fuck with these n cause n they really switch lanes
Yea you want smoke but I won't miss a thing
I just got off work so I hop on the game
No I don't rap but I do entertain
300 on kicks man that shit is a shame
Fucking his bitch and I don't know her name
But Ima switch up, yea that Glock leave you tummy tucked
Boy your ass better duck, cuz we in a truck
Boy don't try your luck, Pussy boy give a fuck
My lil bro in the back, and he just rolling up thrax
Smoke the gas out the pack
And you can get whacked for talking that shit on the snap
Keep me a Glock in my lap, and it go bap
We might just blow off yo cap
Pussy boy want no dap
And you can get hit, play with the gang they gone blitz
This a choppa not a stick
Pop out with this Glock cuz' I ain't got no manners
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing (Yea, yea)
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
Yea I come from the bottom, I ain't have shit so I had to go rob em
Hit a lil lick then I call up my partner
Stay with my brothers you know they top shottas
Looking for opps so they call us opp watchers
See that lil n I spot 'em I got 'em
Hit him with 30 now his body falling
Mama crying better go to the doctor
Boy you a bitch I'll shoot at ya' father
Born and raised in the A, yea you know where I stay
Keep me a k, yea that lil bitch it's gon' spray
We gone pull up broad day
And no you ain't safe, boy I know where you lay
Better keep your head straight
And no I don't play, bout my baby catch a case
I might get her a new lace
Pop out with this Glock cause I ain't got no manners
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
I'm getting this bread through them blues i be fanning
Aye, I'm getting this bread through them blues i be fanning
He get his shit popped like a mo'fucking Fanta
Say that's your bitch but she crazy on camera
If she get lost I'm a man with some manners
That green light the way like a mo'fucking lantern
See she want a rapper she done with the scammers
Now they got a temper they trying to tamper
Got hoes from the bay and got some in Atlanta
Got hoes from Miami and some out in Tampa
Stay on my grind I'm a man with a mission
Can't let these hoes end up blocking the vision
Just cause she got ass and it's hard to resist it
I really just hit her cause she kept insisting
Used to be lazy but now I'm persistent
Do it alone they ain't offer assistance
Nah I don't skate but I'm grinding and flipping
Hoes on they knees so much ain't got no meniscus
So I ain't flattered, when they be coming to chatter
But can't lie that shit looking fatter
If she come through then that cake getting battered
But then it's gon' be back to cooking right after
N relentless, like tailors we getting 'em fitted
Suit and tie he caught the business
Came from the trenches, I mean the gutter
Bitch I had to eat off the floor in the kitchen
That's why I know that we destined to get it
That's why I know that your bitch want a mention
That's why you know the Glock come with extensions
Cause n be hating when they see the vision
I cut off the snakes cause I hear when they hissing
A pro getting active it's time for some cleansing
They talk about "manifest shit on your list," I might listen
Was dull but this pendant be helping it glisten
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
I'm getting this bread through them blues I be fanning
Yea, I'm getting this bread through them blues I be fanning
Pop out with the gang and no you can't hang
Me and my N we rocking them chains
250 a fit and five k for the rings
Straight out the box yea this shit Johnny dang
Been hustling since ten no this shit ain't a game
Straight to the top I pop out with a bang
Can't fuck with these n cause n they really switch lanes
Yea you want smoke but I won't miss a thing
I just got off work so I hop on the game
No I don't rap but I do entertain
300 on kicks man that shit is a shame
Fucking his bitch and I don't know her name
But Ima switch up, yea that Glock leave you tummy tucked
Boy your ass better duck, cuz we in a truck
Boy don't try your luck, Pussy boy give a fuck
My lil bro in the back, and he just rolling up thrax
Smoke the gas out the pack
And you can get whacked for talking that shit on the snap
Keep me a Glock in my lap, and it go bap
We might just blow off yo cap
Pussy boy want no dap
And you can get hit, play with the gang they gone blitz
This a choppa not a stick
Pop out with this Glock cuz' I ain't got no manners
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing (Yea, yea)
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
Yea I come from the bottom, I ain't have shit so I had to go rob em
Hit a lil lick then I call up my partner
Stay with my brothers you know they top shottas
Looking for opps so they call us opp watchers
See that lil n I spot 'em I got 'em
Hit him with 30 now his body falling
Mama crying better go to the doctor
Boy you a bitch I'll shoot at ya' father
Born and raised in the A, yea you know where I stay
Keep me a k, yea that lil bitch it's gon' spray
We gone pull up broad day
And no you ain't safe, boy I know where you lay
Better keep your head straight
And no I don't play, bout my baby catch a case
I might get her a new lace
Pop out with this Glock cause I ain't got no manners
N talk shit he get put on a banner
I'm in the dark so I stay with a lantern
I'm rocking yellow they call me bananas
And that stick got a drum better watch where you standing
I'm getting this bread through them blues i be fanning
Aye, I'm getting this bread through them blues i be fanning
He get his shit popped like a mo'fucking Fanta
Say that's your bitch but she crazy on camera
If she get lost I'm a man with some manners
That green light the way like a mo'fucking lantern
See she want a rapper she done with the scammers
Now they got a temper they trying to tamper
Got hoes from the bay and got some in Atlanta
Got hoes from Miami and some out in Tampa
Stay on my grind I'm a man with a mission
Can't let these hoes end up blocking the vision
Just cause she got ass and it's hard to resist it
I really just hit her cause she kept insisting
Used to be lazy but now I'm persistent
Do it alone they ain't offer assistance
Nah I don't skate but I'm grinding and flipping
Hoes on they knees so much ain't got no meniscus
So I ain't flattered, when they be coming to chatter
But can't lie that shit looking fatter
If she come through then that cake getting battered
But then it's gon' be back to cooking right after
N relentless, like tailors we getting 'em fitted
Suit and tie he caught the business
Came from the trenches, I mean the gutter
Bitch I had to eat off the floor in the kitchen
That's why I know that we destined to get it
That's why I know that your bitch want a mention
That's why you know the Glock come with extensions
Cause n be hating when they see the vision
I cut off the snakes cause I hear when they hissing
A pro getting active it's time for some cleansing
They talk about "manifest shit on your list," I might listen
Was dull but this pendant be helping it glisten
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Writer(s): Tyreak Anderson
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