Go Bananas

I got the drip drop icy hot wrist that's a ice pack (uh) Think I'm Tim Horton with the iced cap I used to get caught up with all these thots (forgot 'em) I never second guess I shoot my shot (I got 'em) It's funny how I never check my watch (still got 'em) Problems without baby gravy we just (solve 'em) He ain't got the loud pack tell that boy speak up (speak up) New side bitch short 'n' stout like a tea cup (tea cup) I might get myself some fake tits get some D-cups (aye) Just so I can flex on my ex she got C-cups Check the patterns We keep goin' bananas I see you nanners slippin' Watch the blue shell do some damage We in the back (bitch) We passin' 6, 5, 4 3, 2, 1 yeah now we in the front (so I) Spent a big check on a car Yeah I would if I could (yeah) Everything I make is hard You will like it 'cause it's good (yeah) Shawty you better be playin' Sorry you misunderstood (yeah) Baby what the f******u sayin' Nothing good rhymes with good I could take a piss on a drum and the song would go dumb Anesthesiolo-wrist make ya shit go numb Get a freezie with ya bitch, buddy you could be my son Yo momma lookin' like a fee-fi-fo-fum Headass-motherfucker What's for supper She must think that I'm a sucker Ugh I stumble when I mumble, I look lazy, yeah I'm in the Bay with Baby Gravy, feelin' hazy, yeah I'm finna get paid with the Paper Gang we goin' crazy, yeah I'm bout to get laid with a bitch that cook that soup up daily, yeah I'm in the Cadillac, bitches on Chicken soup the dinner song Thick as fuck, bitch's leg Lookin' like a dip 'n' dunk Kill 'em off, whip it off Chillin' like a villain God Built a bong out of aluminum and a Cinnabon And y'all ain't want no smoke with the clique Nah Lose your gold rope to my bitch, yeah Tape been the name, been the same Never fell off, on the way to a boat with them fellas It's on the gang Soup