Bananas

Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family I just popped at a opp, boy, don't be next I'm on yo block, boy, we playin' chess Got the drop from a bitch we ain't even have sex Fifteen years old I shot my first tec All bout them ends, my nigga spin You try to duck and get hit with like ten You said it's beef, we send shots in the wind He got hit and ain't drop, so we spent back again Clutching two Glocks, two different gens Run down on your block, get to clappin no hands He say smoke till he pop like a Xan Catch a f*ck nigga stealin' and cut off his hand Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family 223 hit, get to bouncin' like rubber Trap like a jump house, boy, we came up off Bubba Nigga playin' with my cheese, bet that chop won't stutter Make a nigga use his feet when I hop out with that cutter These niggas playin' games, I'ma make they ass suffer I grew up feelin' pain, but this shit made me tougher Ain't never goin' broke, I got tired of that struggle You wanna leave, you can go, just know that it's f*ck you Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family I just popped at a opp, boy, don't be next I'm on yo block, boy, we playin' chess Got the drop from a bitch we ain't even have sex Fifteen years old I shot my first tec This bihh smooth than a bitch, but it sound like a bomb Know I'm gon' step, ain't never been a punk Know I'm good in that blend, niggas don't wanna punch Fill up my chop and I'm slidin' by lunch Leave a nigga slumped, body red like punch Niggas wanna kick it, better know i don't punt I'll punch a nigga, ticket , boy, I'm slidin' all month