Banana Yacht

(albüm: Hitler Wears Hermes 7 - 2019)

[Westside Gunn:]
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Brr
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Ayo, niggas sounding like this shit a style (Like this a style)
Rose AP with the Arabic dial (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)

[Estee Nack:]
You know what time it is, my nigga
Woah
This is night time, nigga, you know, my nigga
You know the fucking beat, my nigga
My niggas' niggas up late
No introduction necessary, you heard?
Ayo

We out the bag, I'm with the Flygod, niggas said they wanted that
Work up in the Glad bag, fuck the credit, coming back (I see 'em)
Rock the Boston hat to match the red on my lumberjack (Fly)
Play the block, heavy daily, counting fetty and running laps (Run it)
Rainy days, was fucking bougie bitches on summer nights (Woah)
Tried to fuck her years ago, but now I don't wanna pipe (Hahaha)
Down to feed the dogs, but still the ovens is butter white (Down)
Tryna get a order, Brock'll hit you with something nice (What you need?)
Four niggas rushing in, weapons of some type (Boom)
Talking about your shooters, we can get into gunfights (Bow bow bow bow)
Clint Eastwood, my eyes squint in the sunlight (Aimin')
You can say whatever if the message is spun right (Whatever)
Snubnose sneezing shit, gesundheit, loving life (Achoo)
Au Bon Pain slice, now I'm taking another flight (Where)
Took the whole cum blast like the shit was blood of Christ (Woah)
Bitches who know me, I live a double life (Uh)
I bear witness to the Flygod, still, we both is Gods (We Gods)
Fucking with the squad, it's no beef, you leaving with open scars (Kill you, nigga)
Legends stay quoting my bars, weed smoke to stars (Smoke)
The architect from out the lodge, give a thotty a throat massage (Oh)
Woah (Woah)

Hold on, son, you got option here, you heard? (Yeah, oh)

Ayo, son brought the stick (Brr), my extraordinary art legit (Flyest)
Spark the piff, me and ya cutty while I walk this pit (Not for the cops)
Caught in the mix of the money, niggas dummies who think I'ma call it quits (Hahaha)
Cock his bitch, shit fuck the arguments and the politics (Brr)
Niggas listen, I'm only focused on getting rich (Really rich)
Talking big rich (Uh huh), follow suit and get you some bigger shit (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 NutraBullet ain't for jucing either, the Magic mixing this trap shit
Accurate fact list, MAC you lift for flipping this nigga mattress (Boom)
Hammer face, I [?] the Arabic, mathematical practices (Math)
Satin pillowcases, fragrance is acid trip and half a brick
Smash it to fragments, bag this shit, cash click and the stacks captured it (Money)
Gave her the capsule that had her lit, that's the ticket
I got the shit wrapped in stitches, my nigga, I've mastered it, fast with it
Clash a critic, tell it to your face that your shit is porquería (Trash)
El 'Hustleo' el amor de mi vida estamos activos en la esquina
Nigga, listen, the semi go "Tra" like Don Chezina (Brra)
Niggas wanting drama to pop, so I hold the nina (Boom)
Woah (Woah)

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, niggas sounding like this shit a style (Like the shit a style)
Rose AP with the Arabic dial (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)