Banana Crème lyrics

[Chorus]
Pull off the lot with no tag (Skrrt)
I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound
Got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
Yeah ,they see that boy Zion on top of his sh*t
Making profit I know why they're so mad
n*gga's plotting they hate on the kid
Know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
Lately, I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping
I might go and cop me an old Jag
And you swear that's your baby
You think that she love you, my n*gga
She calls me a whole dad
Stupid n*ggas, you're going out so sad
When I step out the house, I step into that bag
Know I turn up their city, that's something they can't do
Came for the knots, yeah, I'm all 'bout the bantu
I'm all 'bout the bantu

[Verse 1]
Come f*ck with me
That boy Zion keep winning
I'm up on the other side coolin' this sh*t looking lovely
And I know I've been eating, but f*ck it
I might pack another plate, stick with the gluttony
Take a look at the sixty-six double o formula
No wonder them people discovered me
It just took me some time I perfected the recipe
Now they're all tryna get crumbs from me
Now they all wanna show fake love for me
Now they all wanna chill 'like we did in the old days
Even though they ain't even run with me
Since the money extended, they all want a handout
Knowing they fake that they f*ck with me
b*tches begging for digits, they say I'm the man now
I swear that they ain't getting nothing from me

[Chorus]
Pull off the lot with no tag
I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound
Got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
Yeah ,they see that boy Zion on top of his sh*t
Making profit I know why they're so mad
n*gga's plotting they hate on the kid
Know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
Lately, I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping
I might go and cop me an old Jag
And you swear that's your baby
You think that she love you, my n*gga
She calls me a whole dad
Stupid n*ggas, you're going out so sad
When I step out the house, I step into that bag
Know I turn up their city, that's something they can't do
Came for the knots, yeah, I'm all 'bout the bantu
I'm all 'bout the bantu

[Verse 2]
Brand new coupe, beep-beep
Beamer off-white need bleach
Had to captain all of my seats
Big spaceship for the elites
I'm ready for the field day, brought my cleats
So don't sneak diss, watch them tweets
'Cause I got the GP, n*gga on where you sleep
Tryna act real cool, now your blood's in the sheets
Ten toes down .now a n*gga can't press me
I keep a fan you ain't catching me sweating
If he talks down on my name in your presence
If I ain't around n*gga proceed to check him
Whole gang tote legal weapons
And they're ready to use 'em
Aim at your medulla
Whenever they feel a lil' threatened
Give a f*ck if you're rocking a vest man

[Chorus]
Pull off the lot with no tag
I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound
Got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
Yeah ,they see that boy Zion on top of his sh*t
Making profit I know why they're so mad
n*gga's plotting they hate on the kid
Know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
Lately, I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping
I might go and cop me an old Jag
And you swear that's your baby
You think that she love you, my n*gga
She calls me a whole dad
Stupid n*ggas, you're going out so sad
When I step out the house, I step into that bag
Know I turn up their city, that's something they can't do
Came for the knots, yeah, I'm all 'bout the bantu
I'm all 'bout the bantu