Bananas (feat. Nox & Zero)

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah we out to the sun
I'm in love with my gun (I'm in love with my gun)
These bitches bananas (phew, phew)
They came in a bunch (they came in a bunch)
That boy looking fruity
He doing too much
My head hurt (ok)
So I'm rolling it up (I'm rolling it up)
Yeah we out to the sun
I'm in love with my gun (I'm in love with my gun)
These bitches bananas (phew, phew)
They came in a bunch (they came in a bunch)
That boy looking fruity
He doing too much
My head hurt (ok)
So I'm rolling it up (I'm rolling it up)

Yeah baddie she built like a pear (a pear, pear)
She saw my eyes then looked down
She can't stare (no she cant stare)
Third mission card need Michelin man (Michelin man)
I'm serving dishes out the messenger bag
He got four knuckles to his chin
I ain't commit to make no sin (nothing at all)
I burnt my bank that's why my neck went Aspen (Aspen)
Take sacrifice to live like this
Don't roll the dice if you gone switch (switch)
(Look at my wrist yeah)
(They hate me when they look at my wrist)
(They hate me when they look at my wrist)
(So don't look at my wrist yeah)
(We out to the sun)
(I'm in love with my gun)
(These bitches bananas)
(They came in a bunch)

Yeah we out to the sun
I'm in love with my gun (I'm in love with my gun)
These bitches bananas (phew, phew)
They came in a bunch (they came in a bunch)
That boy looking fruity
He doing too much
My head hurt (ok)
So I'm rolling it up (I'm rolling it up)
Yeah we out to the sun
I'm in love with my gun (I'm in love with my gun)
These bitches bananas (phew, phew)
They came in a bunch (they came in a bunch)
That boy looking fruity
He doing too much
My head hurt (ok)
So I'm rolling it up (I'm rolling it up)



Credits
Writer(s): Talanoa Fuapau To'a, Zach Wilson-george
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