Banana Yacht lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Brr (Brr, brr)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, n*ggas soundin' like this sh*t a style (Like this sh*t a style)
Rose AP with the Arabic dial (With the Arabic dial)
Broad day, do you foul (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
My last two whips cost me 400 thou' (Cost me 400 thou', skrt)

[Interlude: Estee Nack]
You know what time it is, my n*gga, woah
This is night time, n*gga, you know, my n*gga
You know the f*ckin' beat, my n*gga (Yeah)
My n*ggas' n*ggas up late
No introduction necessary, you heard? (Woah)
Ayo

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
We out the bag, I'm with the FLYGOD, n*ggas said they wanted that
Work up in the Glad bag, f*ck the credit, comin' back (I see 'em)
Rock the Boston hat to match the red on my lumberjack (Fly)
Play the block, heavy daily, countin' fetty and runnin' laps (Run it)
Rainy days, was f*ckin' bougie b*tches on summer nights (Woah)
Tried to f*ck her years ago, but now I don't wanna pipe (Hahaha)
Down to feed the dogs, but still the ovens is butter white (Up and down)
Tryna get a order, Brock'll hit you with somethin' nice (What you need?)
Four n*ggas rushin' in, weapons of some type (Boom)
Talkin' 'bout your shooters, we can get into gunfights (Bow bow bow bow)
Clint Eastwood, my eyes squint in the sunlight (Aimin')
And you can say whatever if the message is spun right (Whatever)
Snubnose sneezin' sh*t, gesundheit, lovin' life (Achoo)
Au Bon Pain slice, now I'm takin' another flight (Where)
Took the whole c*m blast like the sh*t was blood of Christ (Woah)
b*tches who know me, I live a double life (Uh)
I bear witness to the FLYGOD, still we both is Gods (We Gods)
f*ckin' with the squad, it's no beef, you leaving with open scars (Kill you, n*gga)
Legends stay quotin' my bars, weed smoke to stars (Smoke)
The architect from out the lodge, give a thotty a throat massage (Oh)
[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Woah (Woah)
Hold on, son, you got options here, you heard? (Yeah, oh)

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Ayo, Cern, brought the stick (Brr), my extraordinary art legit (The flyest)
Spark the piff, me and ya cutty while I walk this pit (Not for the cops)
Caught in the mix of the money, n*ggas dummies if you think I'ma call it quits (Hahaha)
c*ck and spit, sh*t f*ck the arguments and the politics (Brr)
n*ggas listen, I'm only focused on gettin' rich (Really rich)
Talkin' big rich (Uh huh) follow suit and get you some bigger sh*t (Double up, son)
Hollow tip inside the Beretta clip, let 'em slip (What up, what up?)
Put you on the passage to Hell or Heaven quick, yo (Pew pew pew)
The coffee grinder never ground coffee, that's the gift (Trap)
The NutriBullet ain't for juicin' either, Magic mixin' this trap sh*t
Accurate fact list, MAC you lift for flippin' this n*gga mattress (Boom)
Hammer face, I can weave the Arabic, mathematical practices (Math)
Satin pillowcases, fragrance is acid trip and half a brick
Smash it to fragments, bag this sh*t, cash click and the stacks captured it (Money)
Gave her the capsule that had her lit, that's the ticket
I got the sh*t wrapped in stitches, my n*gga, I've mastered it, fast with it
Clash a critic, tell it to your face that your sh*t is porquería (Trash)
El 'Hustleo' el amor de mi vida estamos activos en la esquina
n*gga, listen, the semi go "Tra" like Don Chezina (Brra)
n*ggas wantin' drama to pop, so I hold the nina (Boom)
Woah (Woah)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, n*ggas soundin' like this sh*t a style (Like this sh*t a style)
Rose AP with the Arabic dial (With the Arabic dial)
Broad day, do you foul (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
My last two whips cost me 400 thou' (Cost me 400 thou', skrt)