Banshee lyrics

[Intro]
Skrrt (Hmm)

[Chorus]
Ridin' on a Banshee with a Banshee, huh (Drrt)
Brownskin b*tch with me got a fatty (Mwah)
She gon' f*ck for free, do you understand me? (Do you understand me?)
The way she suck my soul out my body, sh*t was overwhelming (sh*t was overwhelming)
Japanese denim, never been to Japan (Nope)
Nah, I can't dance, I can only cook grams (That's it)
Tell me why my opp b*tch told me she a fan (Haha)
That boy turn a boy to a motherf*ckin' man (Hrrr)

[Verse]
I'ma take a whole brick and turn that b*tch to sand
And make another— do you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
She want a boss with money, I got plenty (I got plenty)
Take the rubber off and shot the nut all on her Fenty (Ayy)
I need ten thousand for a sixteen (Racks)
All this rose gold and VS1's, you can't miss these (Woo)
Money, money, money all I think about (All I think about)
n*gga, I must be blind, I ain't seen a drought
If I ain't got a hundred, I ain't leavin' out (I ain't goin' nowhere)
If I can't bring my hundred-round with me, I don't leave the house
Let this F&N off, have you bleedin' out (Bah)
n*gga say the wrong sh*t to me, I get to tweakin' out
I seen my opp's story, I done peeped the house
We gon' be creepin' the f*ck in when they leavin' out (Shh)
She wanna f*ck from the back and I'm bool with that
If she don't got no ass, what the f*ck I'ma do with that?
I just bought the Louis belt and shirt with the shoes to match (Everything)
b*tch, who the f*ck you talkin' to? Ho, you been a rat
I just got the head, that's the end of that (I'm through)
Shoot a n*gga in his head, he need Fix-a-Flat (Damn)
She want me to settle down, but I ain't into that (Uh-uh)
If I don't like the work, I'ma send it back (Come get this sh*t)
b*tch, how much you want for that kitty-cat?
What would you do for a Birkin? (Birkin)
What would you do for a surgery? (A tummy-tuck)
Hmm, who I'm gon' call if it's an emergency? (Brrt, brrt)
Why these pus*y n*ggas wanna murder me? (Why?)
I don't need no liquor, baby, Perky me (Where the Percs at?)
Outside matte black, inside burgundy
I bet a b*tch with no ears probably heard of me (Huh?)
I bet a b*tch with no legs try to come with me
I thought a b*tch with no lips said somethin' to me
We'll spin a n*gga block for a hundred weeks
This one chain I got on cost a hundred-piece
I just ran off on a n*gga for no reason
He say the dog fire, I'ma have to believe him (No cap)
I'll put a play on a preacher
I'll spend a bag on a teacher
[Chorus]
Ridin' on a Banshee with a Banshee (Skrrt)
Brownskin b*tch with me got a fatty
She gon' f*ck for free, do you understand me? (Do you get it?)
The way she suck my soul out my body, sh*t was overwhelming (I couldn't believe it)
Japanese denim, never been to Japan (Never)
Nah, I can't dance, I can only cook grams
Tell me why my opp b*tch told me she a fan (Haha)
That boy turn a boy to a motherf*ckin' man (Ooh, Rell)