Banana Clips Roddy Ricch (Ft. Lil Skies)

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
(CashMoneyAP)
Gotta take care of the killers
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Gotta take care of the killers
They tote banana clips
They ride on the gorillas
'Cause when you whippin' in the streets
Nigga the beef real
Either you kill or you be killed
Ride with the pistol on my seat still
Nigga get from 'round me, you can't be for real
They trappin' out my soul, out my body, my heart been beatin' still
'Cause a nigga been Hellcat, slidin' in these streets still
Ready to make the choppa go bang like a Beat pill

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
These niggas ain't with me, gotta keep the hold of my Smith & Wesson
Thinking 'bout them nights, when I was juggin' the safe and finessin'
Nigga I was broke, didn't have no money, ridin' down Weston
Tryna get this cash money and flip it off the Pyrex
Now I been big poppin', ride in a big body
I got a green face, Rollie and they be slimin'
Nigga I'm the wave now, she wanna ride the tsunami
And these niggas been singin' all my songs, so they ain't tryna pay hommage
Feelin' like I hopped inside my bag now
Now my bitch been havin' every bag now
Ever since I done got it, I ain't bragged, nah
Still wheel through Compton, where the neighbor blue durag around