Banana Clip lyrics

[Intro]
You already know what the f*ck goin' on
Haha
Gang, gang gang
Mwah

[Chorus]
Banana clip if that monkey b*tch wanna bang
We are not friends, lil' b*tch, I just want your chain
My choppa sang, didn't know you before, then you are not gang
Banana clip if that monkey b*tch wanna bang
We are not friends, lil' b*tch, I just want your chain
My choppa sang, didn't know you before, then you are not gang

[Verse]
Yeah, you not gang, I did the show and I copped a chain
Fifty rounds b*tch, yes, I got aim
I got out of jail and this sh*t the same
And to me, she a side, and to you, she a main
I'm pimping baby, yeah, I'm playing game
Please do not call me, I'm out of range (Hello?)
Unless it's 'bout money, then make it rain (Hello?)
Let's check, just making money, make that pus*y wet
I started rappin', now they upset
She's​ been my b*tch since we first met
Hot damn, I am going Super Saiyan
I am hotter than a pan
Ask your b*tch who I am
Taxing n*ggas, Uncle Sam
Sliming n*ggas, Dirty Dan
I am poppin' like a can
I'm rockin' out with no band
On the top of the list is the plan
Road runner like a Uber man
I got the tricks, yes, I'm Superman
Why are you cuffing that b*tch? Are you stupid, man?
All of my b*tches about it, they do the plan

[Chorus]
Banana clip if that monkey b*tch wanna bang
We are not friends, lil' b*tch, I just want your chain
My choppa sang, didn't know you before, then you are not gang
Banana clip if that monkey b*tch wanna bang
We are not friends, lil' b*tch, I just want your chain
My choppa sang, didn't know you before, then you are not gang


[K. Mitch]
Woah Banana Clip if a monkey b*tch wanna bang
Beat on my chest AK hit like Novasane
f*ck that lil b*tch call her " what her name"
We sendin shots at you Im havin perfect aim
f*ck up a check then I make it rain
Changing the weather I got my own choir they make it sang
Mac 11 so this sh*t can get happenin man
Im walkin round like I got tons of Fendi man
Made you a plate we gone eat you cause you a fan
Call up the gang, Shoot you and Juwanna man
Poppin for clout but i popped cause I wanted man
Playin both sides, these n*ggas is hop a man
Slapped out yo manager, he made another plan
f*ck n*gga you cannot claim the gang
And thats on money, power, respect
Im screamin " f*ck the fame"
f*ck a weddin, all my b*tches take weddin rangs woah
[Verse]
Ohh yeah
Lets check
Makin money make that pus*y wet
Started rappin now they upset
She been my b*tch since we first me
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