Yung Gravy, bbno$, Spark Master Tape - Go Bananas lyrics

Ayy, man, the, the fuck you mean
You ain't heard of no fuckin' Lentra
The God?

I got the drip drop,  icy hot wrist
That's a ice pack (Uh)
Think I'm Tim Horton with the Ice Cap
I used to get caught up with all these thots
Forgot 'em
I never second guess, I shoot my shots
I got 'em
It's funny how I never check my watch
Still got 'em problems without Baby Gravy
We just solve them
He ain't got the loud pack
Tell that boy to speak up (Speak up)
New side bitch short and stout like a tea cup
(Tea cup)
I might get myself some fake tit's
Get some D-cups (Ayy, ayy)
Just so I can flex on my ex, she got C-cups

Check the patterns, we keep goin' bananas
I see you nanas slippin'
Watch the blue shell do some damage
We in the back (Bitch)
We passin' six, five, four
Three, two, one, yeah, now we in the front
So I spent a big check on a car
Yeah, I would if I could, yeah
Everything I make is hard
You will like it 'cause it's good, yeah
Shorty, you better be playin'
Sorry you misunderstood, yeah
Baby, what the fuck you sayin'
Nothing good rhymes with good

(Woah) i could take a piss on a drum
And the song would go dumb
Anesthesiolo-wrist make ya shit go numb
Get a freezie with ya bitch, buddy
You could be my son yo mama lookin' like a
Fee-fi-fo-fum head-ass motherfucker
What's for supper? (M-m-m)
She must think that I'm a sucker

I stumble when I mumble, I look lazy, yeah
I'm in the Bay with Baby Gravy, feelin' hazy
Yeah i'm finna get paid with the
Paper Gang, we goin' crazy, yeah
I'm 'boutta get laid with a bitch
That cook that soup up daily, yeah
I'm in the Cadillac, bitches
On, chicken soup, the dinner song
Thick as fog, bitch's leg
Lookin' like a cricket, dog
Kill 'em off, whip it off
Chillin' like a villain, dog
Built a bong out of aluminium and a Cinnabon
And y'all ain't want no
Smoke with the clique, nah
Lose your gold rope to my bitch, yeah
Tape and the name been the same
Never fell off
On the way to a boat with them fellas
On the gang