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Bananas
Squad Squad Squad Hmmmm…
Unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at your crib if your reading this is too late Hmmmm
Point a choppa at a nigga Now he running like a track race Hmmmm...
Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner Cut his head off Leave his ass with a full plate Hmmmm
Nigga talkin shit? Put the metal to his mouth Now I call his ass brace face Hmmmm
And your bitch up for grabs Like a sweeps stakes Ima eat her ass like a cheese cake Hmmmm
Now we back to my place Bust on her face With my nutt Like a toothpaste Hmmmm…
Straight up at his crib like its Home Alone Mac up to his face you would think he had a lipstick on Hmmmm…
Price On His Head Hella Ice Like A Sled Make a Nigga Freeze Up Like Frozone Hmmmm…
Put the chrome to a nigga dome Now his ass stuck like he need A couple chromosomes Hmmmm…
I'm at your door like a ding dooong I'll serve you like ping pong Hmmmm…
And your bitch say my name like I'm mike jones Ima eat her ass like some neck bones Hmmmm…
Choppa ring like a telephone Shoot him in his stomach You would think a nigga belly gone Hmmmm…
Bitches say I rap like a sing along And They got it playing on their phone like a ringtone Hmmmm…
Big dick, King Kong Take her to the crib Then I put the whole team on Hmmmm…
I just got some cash on the flip shit Bought your bitch some time So she's playing for the patriots Hmmmm…
Always first Never second I'm a god, in the heavens When I die I'm a legend on my Drake shit Hmmmm…
Pull up on yo block with a banana clip If a nigga lacking Ima turn him to banana split Hmmmm…
I ch-ch–ch—chop shit Body up in pieces Pick it up with some chop sticks Hmmmm…
Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch And you know I'm Finna eat her ass like some catfish Hmmmm…
I pull up like Skrrrt Peep out the window Then I have to pop shit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hmmmm…
Like herbo we kill shit We gonna fuck around Crack your bitch like a base hit Hmmmm…
I could turn to bitch To my bitch Shorty outta hand? Fuck around and Ray rice shit Hmmmm…
Channel 9 pronounced him dead Laid him under bodies Like a mattress on a bed Hmmmm…
If a niggas try to run Shoot him in his side Make him do the stanky leg Hmmmm…
If you lacking You dead Faced shots Push ya eye balls back to ya head Hmmmm…
Niggas think it's sweet till his blood shed Now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead Hmmmm…
I ain't even going for his head Chest shots Leaving like he standing for the pledge Hmmmm…
Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed Watching Sponge Bob while she gives me fantastic head Hmmmm…
Got your girl in the back seat Sweating like an athlete Now she on top like a bunk bed Hmmmm…
Guns pointed at his head Call his ass Ebola 'how a pussy nigga spread Hmmmmmmmmm…
Four niggas got the whole world doing it Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix Hmmmm...
Me and my squad we up in this bitch Nigga talking shit we act a fool like Ludacris Hmmmm...
With your bitch making movie clips Slide in her crib eat her ass like tuna fish
I come through shooting shit Dropping bodies have a U-haul come and move his shit Hmmmm...
Shooters acting crazy like some lunatics
Uzi spit
Fill a nigga up had him do a split
Who is this?
Nigga we not new to this
True to this
Passing hoes to my bros
We be ally ooping shit Hmmmmmmmm...
Ya know how we coming man… We be running, man to the money man…
Turn up Turn up These niggas lame asfff Turn up Turn up GANGG! What was that? Take that shit out Take that shit out
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