Banana split (Released)

[Intro]
Ok kloud!

[Chorus]
She on my dick (Okay)
Get on my dick (Okay)
That bitch she sweet to me
Banana split yuh
She tryna trick (Okay)
Ain't that bouta bitch (Okay)
Tell her to sing for me
She love my harmonies (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Ajnextdoor, Bikkab]
Yeah I'm livin' lavish
Told that hoe keep her balance (Ye)
She broke my heart, I'm feeling just like a savage
She think she perfect, lower your fucking ego
I'm sippin' Fanta
Pockets full of birrettas
She wanna leave
Well baby I'm just gon' let ya
Yeah I'm not gon' catch up
No, not gon' catch up (No, no-oh-oh)
Not gon' catch up
No (oh-oh-oh)
Oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Bikkab]
We looking for niggas but I know they can't catch up
Keep it hot, if you don't shoot I put them TECs up
We cut them niggas to his facе, he need a check up
You niggas got hoes, wе go Glocks don't try to test us
I used to be broke, now this rap shit done blessed us
Pussy talking crazy on the net so we gon' wet em up
I just caught a bad hoe (Yeah)
Why she can't get wet enough?
{?] I had to level up
Sometimes I can't help
Listing my money over my feelings
Big bro can't even deal with the pain
But them drugs what he did
Smoke them drugs for my healing
Money long to the ceiling
That's on his head just like Krillin
Smokin' gas I love the feelin'
They mad cause the world finna be mine
Cut any girls who waste my time
Feel like a whole 'nother zone
Come see to me, you must be blind
If I lose I'm runnin' back
These hoes gon' choose
Don't worry bout dat
[?] and that's a fact
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