Tekster:
Man Man Banana Ghost

of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back

to my chiny-chin Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks" Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man

s choking The dope in his system that made him overdose No longer powder the monkey now he's Powder the ghost Now he's Powder the ghost now he's Powder

hand in it's fraudulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man, Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man

the early morn', word is bond, another brother gone Would've been bullshit, quick talkin' with nines and banana clips For million with bloodshed, the color red, two through the fuckin' head Man

why I'ma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man, y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go

like I was havin sex with the PD I'm ridin with a star and banana, bustas better believe me The star is my chick, the banana is my clip and you see where

ghost this Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c

'all) Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all (One of y'all) Listen up I bought a yellow banana six 'cause the way I peel off Tommy gun banana clip,