Bananas lyrics

[Verse]
I feel like 1Take, n*gga, hold on
I'll make your mans disappear, where your bro go?
Rich n*gga, still get them P's for the low-low
b*tch say she want me to herself, it's a no-no (Link Up)
I'll shoot this b*tch from the three, get my stroke on
Pour Hennessy on the ground 'cause my bro gone
n*ggas keep saying they gon' slide, but they won't, though
I'll pass this b*tch to the gang, n*gga, go long
I'm in G.O.A.T. mode
Why these lil' n*ggas always talking what they don't know?
Young n*gga, but I got game like the old folks
I be in the live with the Crips, them my Loc-Locs
Don't make me put this lil' rap sh*t in a chokehold
This a big bulky four-five, not a four-four
I'll never switch on my gang, that's the bro code
pus*y n*gga name black and white, you the po-po
n*ggas always talkin' out they neck, what they gon' do?
Every time the boys pull me over, I say, "Don't shoot"
n*gga, you a nerd, no one knows you
It's a stick-up in this b*tch, n*gga, don't move
I'll split the bag with my mans, that's a bro move
I'll kick this b*tch out the crib, n*gga, no shoes
'Cause we don't do no squares in the circ', n*gga, no room
And I'll beat the case with no prob, it ain't no proof
Young n*gga still followin' the old rules
You was never there on your block when I rolled through
Chargin' up in the puss' like I'm Goku
And I can press a button in this b*tch, n*gga, no roof
Yeah, it get wild when I step
Riding 'round with a TEC
Riding 'round to the neck
Dumb b*tch, I can smell that Black & Mild on your breath
If your daddy was a rat, you's a mouse in the flesh
Make a b*tch c*m, are you proud? You impressed?
Lil' baby got milk, she a cow in the breast
n*gga, I'll baow-baow with the left
Just a lil'-ass boy, you'll get downed for respect
And I heard that you was talking sh*t
And you didn't think that I would hear it
Big Glock on me, don't get near it
n*gga get close, I'ma break his spirit
Everywhere I go, chest out, I don't fear sh*t
I can never backdoor my mans, that's some weird sh*t
I'll leave 'em dead on the road like a deer, b*tch
n*gga, you ain't cut from that cloth, you a pure b*tch
n*gga, you's a poodle, I'm a pure pit
I tried to listen to your lil' tape, made my ears itch
b*tch asked me what I'm mixed with, b*tch, I'm pure nig'
I tell this b*tch drive the boat, she gon' steer, b*tch
[Outro]
Uh, uh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t, taha, yeah
Yeah, this my sh*t, uh, this my sh*t, hah
n*gga, on the gang