Westside Gunn – Banana Yacht lyrics

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

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, niggas soundin' 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)

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

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
We out the bag, I'm with the Flygod, niggas said they wanted that
Work up in the Glad bag, fuck the credit, comin' back (I see 'em)
Rock the Boston hat to match the red on my lumberjack (Fly)
Play the block, havin' daily, countin' fetty and runnin' laps (Run it)
Rainy days, was fuckin' 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 somethin' nice (What you need?)
Four niggas rushin' in, weapons of some type (Boom)
Talkin' about your shooters, we 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 sneezin' 'cause shit was un-tight, lovin' life (Achoo)
Au Bon Pain slice, now I'm takin' another flight (Where)
Took the whole cum blast like the shit was blood of Christ (Woah)
Bitches don't know me, I live a double life (Uh)
I bear witness to the Flygod, still, we both is Gods (We Gods)
Fuckin' with the squad, it's no beef, we leave 'em with open scars (Kill you, nigga)
Legislature quotin' my bars, weed smoke to stars (Smoke)
The architect from out the laws, give a thotty a throat massage (Oh)
Woah (Woah)

[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Hold on, son, you got option here, you heard? (Yeah, oh)

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Ayo, son brought the stick (Brr), my ex an ordinary, art legit (Flyest)
Spark the piff, me in the cut while I walk this [?] (Not for the cops)
Caught in the mix of the money, niggas dummies who think I'ma call it quits (Hahaha)
Cock the spits, it's fuck the arguments and the politics (Brr)
Niggas listen, I'm only focusin' on gettin' rich (Really rich)
Talkin' 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 and Heaven quit, yo (Pew pew pew)
The coffee grinder never ground coffee, that's the gift (Trap)
Nutrabullet ain't for jucin' either, the Magic mixin' is trap shit
Accurate fact list, mac you lift for flippin' this nigga mattress (Boom)
Hammer face, I [?] the Arabic, mathematical practices (Math)
Satin pillowcases, fragrance is acid trip and half a brick
Smash into fragments, bag this shit, cash click and the stacks captured it (Money)
Gave her the capsule to have the lick, that's the ticket
I got the shit rappers ditch, my nigga, I mastered it, fast with it
Clash a critic, tell it to your face, your shit is porquería (Trash)
[?]
Nigga, listen, the semi go "Tra" like Don Chezina (Brra)
Niggas wantin' drama to pop, so I hold the nina (Boom)
Woah (Woah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, niggas soundin' 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)