Bananza lyrics

[Intro: Akon and Lee Drilly]
JPerry on the track
Lee Drilly (Graah, graah, graah, graah, graah)
Hey ladies, drop it down (What they gon' do when we hunt them—?)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (What they gon'—?, Touch the—)
Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza (Nazzy!)
Ayy, turn that sh*t up, Jesse
Seen the Trend, now he a— (Touched—)
Graah, graah, Lee Drilly (What he said?)
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard
Jack Bs, jack bigger Bs, drop my sh*t we gon' let it squeeze (Nazzy, touched the gr—)
What they gon'—? (Now we gon' dump 'em—, Kay and 'em slidin' that's—)

[Hook: Lee Drilly and Akon]
What they gon' do when we hunt them down?
And I tote 20 shots, don't f*ck around
I don't like to fight, put knuckles down
If I don't got the chop, don't come around
Likе, JB, Riite, gunned 'em down
Rippy, Nazzy—(Touch thе ground)(Like what, like what?)
Hop out, tryna dump 'em down
Kay and 'em slidin', that's hungry Hounds

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly]
Since 10, I been up in the field, b*tch (On bro)
14, n*ggas copped a real grip (Facts)
15, we was tryna kill sh*t
Free MB, I know he goin' fearless (Free MB)
Free Spazz, 'cause we thought he was grilled sh*t
That's my brother, we been through some real sh*t
Seen they mans died, and they got real lit
Way before the percs, I couldn't feel sh*t
Pass, crash, that's his ass (What?)
And it's still free Blast-His-Ass
Ain't no spinnin' on feet, we gon' whack his ass
And don't talk about—, 'cause we packed his ass
Pass, crash, that's his ass (Like)
And it's still free Blast-His-Ass
Ain't no spinnin' on feet, we gon' whack his ass
And don't talk about—, 'cause we packed his ass
[Verse 2: Lee Drilly]
And why these rappers dissin' like it's up? (Like)
And I been in the field 10 plus, like (Like, what?)
Someone tell me why I ain't get touched (Why?)
I know why, 'cause these n*ggas is butt
Hop out Vs, let it fly for some fun
And who gon' do what? They take sh*t on the Hop, tell them n*ggas free Pun
Goin' on 8 years, and y'all still ain't do nun'
We was maskin' up before the pandemic, and my n*ggas had bread before Bandemic (On bro)
He don't shoot, could tell by how he stand wit' it
Right before he boomin', got his hands twitchin' (Why?)
Tell the fans listen: Don't trust n*ggas if you scam wit' 'em
You did drill wit' 'em, or you ran wit' 'em
Heard you front on your mans, not safe

[Verse 3: Lee Drilly]
I was made for this sh*t, lose your life
Tryna play in this sh*t, you could die
b*tches sayin' it's lit in the streets
Look both ways, and this sh*t could get bad (Milly!)
I be wastin' that sh*t, you get bagged
And I'm takin' that sh*t
Ain't no duckin' these hollows, they made for this sh*t
I just cut b*tches off, like the cable and sh*t
See, your mans like Curry
Not 'cause he shoot sh*t, 'cause he 30
Your hoe got no drip, n*ggas dirty
If I catch a dyke, I ain't showin' mercy
I tote on my chop, so I never worry (At all)
Hold 20 shots, they could never hurt me
Now I'm on Courts tryna rip a jersey
And my 'ooter bussin' off a yerky (JB!)
[Verse 4: Lee Drilly and Akon]
I'm the rapper that's totin'
And if it get lit, then I'm throwin'
Oh, y'all the rapper n*ggas? It be showin'
They don't even use it when it's time to blow it
Like, couple opps done folded
Tried to slide, but they choppa was broken
Flick at the last n*gga, gettin' ashed, n*gga
Homie died for some sh*t that he posted (He dead!)
Move tact 'cause you know how the system is
We all guilty, and talk 'til we innocent
Mask and black fit when we hittin' sh*t
Shoot the target, turn his friends into witnesses
Wrong place, wrong time, then you gettin' it
Smelly got poked and he— (Touch the ground)
His mans ran on him, and he was p*ssed and sh*t
All them SB n*ggas gotta live wit' it (SBK!)

[Outro: Lee Drilly]
It's that Lee Drilly n*gga, you heard?
Drop 4, I'm uppin' the .9
94 Gz, no Gz like these
Mr. The-Reason-Your-Mother-Told-You-Stay-Off-The-Corner
Mr. Fly-Son-Like-A-Demon-Put-Him-In-A-Box
Mr. Demon Child
Mr. (Graah, graah)