Bananza lyrics
by Lee Drilly
Drop my sh*t we gon' let it squeeze
Rippy, Nazzy—(Touch the ground)(Like what, like what?)
Hop out, tryna dump 'em down
Kay and 'em slidin', that's hungry Hounds
[Verse 1: Lee Drilly]
Since 10, I been up in the field, b*tch (On bro)
14, n*ggas copped a real grip (Facts)
15, we was tryna kill sh*t
Free MB, I know he goin' fearless (Free MB)
Free Spazz, 'cause we thought he
[Verse 2: Lee Drilly]
And why these rappers dissin' like it's up? (Like)
And I been in the field 10 plus, like (Like, what?)
Someone tell me why I ain't get touched (Why?)
I know why, 'cause these n*ggas is butt
Hop out Vs, let it fly for some fun
And who gon' do what? They take sh*t on thе Hop, tell them n*ggas free Pun
Goin' on 8 years, and y'all still ain't do nun'
Wе was maskin' up before the pandemic, and my n*ggas had bread before Bandemic (On bro)
He don't shoot, could tell by how he stand wit' it
Right before he boomin', got his hands twitchin' (Why?)
Tell the fans listen: Don't trust n*ggas if you scam wit' 'em
You did drill wit' 'em, or you ran wit' 'em
Heard you front on your mans, not safe
[Verse 3: Lee Drilly]
I was made for this sh*t, lose your life
Tryna play in this sh*t, you could die
b*tches sayin' it's lit in the streets
Look both ways, and this sh*t could get bad (Milly!)
I be wastin' that sh*t, you get bagged
And I'm takin' that sh*t
Ain't no duckin' these hollows, they made for this sh*t
I just cut b*tches off, like the cable and sh*t
See, your mans like Curry
Not 'cause he shoot sh*t, 'cause he 30
Your hoe got no drip, n*ggas dirty
If I catch a dyke, I ain't showin' mercy