Banana Crème

Pull off the lot with no tag
 I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
 Yeah they see that boy Zion on top of his shit making profit I know why they're so mad
 Nigga's plotting they hate on the kid know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
 Lately I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping I might go and cop me an old jag
 And you swear that's your baby you think that she love you my nigga
 She calls me a whole dad stupid nigga's you're going out so sad
 When I step out the house I step into that bag
 Know I turn up their city that's something they can't do
 Came for the knots yeah I'm all 'bout the bantu, I'm all bout the bantu
 Come fuck with me
 That boy Zion keep winning I'm up on the other side coolin' this shit looking lovely
 And I know I've been eating but fuck it I might pack another plate stick with the gluttony
 Take a look at the sixty-six double o formula
 No wonder them people discovered me
 It just took me some time I perfected the recipe now they're all tryna get crumbs from me.
 Now they all wanna show fake love for me
 Now they all wanna chill 'like we did in the old days' even though they ain't even run with me
 Since the money extended they all want a handout
 Knowing they fake that they fuck with me
 Bitches begging for digits they say I'm the man now
 I swear that they ain't getting nothing from me
 Pull off the lot with no tag
 I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
 Yeah they see that boy Zion on top of his shit making profit I know why they're so mad
 Nigga's plotting they hate on the kid know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
 Lately I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping I might go and cop me an old jag
 And you swear that's your baby you think that she love you my nigga
 She calls me a whole dad stupid nigga's you're going out so sad
 When I step out the house I step into that bag
 Know I turn up their city that's something they can't do
 Came for the knots yeah I'm all 'bout the bantu
 Brand new coupe beep-beep
 Beamer off-white need bleach
 Had to captain all of my seats
 Big spaceship for the elites
 I'm ready for the field day brought my cleats
 So don't sneak diss watch them tweets
 Cause I got the GP nigga on where you sleep
 Tryna act real cool now your bloods' in the sheets
 Ten toes down nown nigga can't press me
 I keep a fan you ain't catching me sweating
 If he talks down on my name in your presence if I ain't around nigga proceed to check him
 Whole gang tote legal weapons
 And they're ready to use em' aim at your medulla whenever they feel a lil' threatened
 Give a fuck if you're rocking a vest man
 Pull off the lot with no tags
 I'm smoking banana crème fresh out the pound got me sleeping I call that the dope lag
 Yeah they see that boy Zion on top of his shit making profit I know why they're so mad
 Nigga's plotting they hate on the kid know they're wishing they held my position like so bad
 Lately I'm not too fond of the whips that's been dropping I might go and cop me an old jag
 And you swear that's your baby you think that she love you my nigga
 She calls me a whole dad stupid nigga's you're going out so sad
 When I step out the house I step into that bag
 Know I turn up their city that's something they can't do
 Came for the knots yeah I'm all 'bout the bantu, I'm all bout the bantu