Released: April 6, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr. Germ
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Lord of doom, king of gloom
Slowly crawlin' out my tomb, find out where you staying, fool
Cock it back and spray the room
Bloody murder, I'm the serpent out the book of Genesis
It's for certain, close the curtains, you won't live to see yo' kids
You ain't drinkin' Actavis, you are just an actor, bitch
Yung Christ the immaculate, ball my fist up—smack a bitch
King of the shit show, welcome to death row
$UICIDE, you know how it go, hoe
But I ain't Lil Germ though, God of the infernos
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 2: Germ]
I fucking love it, the smell of rubbish
Ain't no discussion 'bout my decisions in public
Just let me run in gunnin', front him, go lucky, faggot
Smacked him in the face with a pack of acid
I'm trippin', but she said to pick my head up
Pickin' up drugs that's gon' keep me numb from the dump
Hand on the pump, thinkin' 'bout callin' it off
Family problems, just a bunch of motherfuckers lost with no cause
Loogies from the Uzi leave ya' oozin'
Shootin' movies, left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight
The five, the eagle gon' bite
Ridin' 'round town with a fist full of spite
Bitch, just kill me now, 'cause it's gon' be over
Ran out of options, just kill the rodents
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Uh, six blunts and they all for Mutt, give none to the sluts
7th Ward where I cut up guts, nugs up for the pluck
Eighth of bud, fucking roll and puff
Now I'm soaked in Tuss
In the Rover Truck, servin' hoes with lust
Throwed, I'm swervin' curves, I bust on curbs on purpose
Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood
Potent rust encrusts the Shogun's blade, but now it's broken up
Coke and dust, lil' bit on the razor when I opened up my wrist
My bloody fist is fucking cold and I'm numb
[Outro: Ross Kemp Extreme World]
"Why do you think it is so violent? Why is it so violent in New Orleans?"
"Shit man, fuck, it's violent 'cause fuck—they don't wanna give a nigga no fucking job, ya' hear me? They look at a nigga they like: "fuck, you a hoodlum", ya' hear me? So fuck, if you don't wanna give it to me, ya' hear me? And I'm tryna do the right thing, ya' hear me? Fuck, well fuck it, look here, I gotta go take it, ya' hear me? Fuck it."
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Lord of doom, king of gloom
Slowly crawlin' out my tomb, find out where you staying, fool
Cock it back and spray the room
Bloody murder, I'm the serpent out the book of Genesis
It's for certain, close the curtains, you won't live to see yo' kids
You ain't drinkin' Actavis, you are just an actor, bitch
Yung Christ the immaculate, ball my fist up—smack a bitch
King of the shit show, welcome to death row
$UICIDE, you know how it go, hoe
But I ain't Lil Germ though, God of the infernos
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 2: Germ]
I fucking love it, the smell of rubbish
Ain't no discussion 'bout my decisions in public
Just let me run in gunnin', front him, go lucky, faggot
Smacked him in the face with a pack of acid
I'm trippin', but she said to pick my head up
Pickin' up drugs that's gon' keep me numb from the dump
Hand on the pump, thinkin' 'bout callin' it off
Family problems, just a bunch of motherfuckers lost with no cause
Loogies from the Uzi leave ya' oozin'
Shootin' movies, left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight
The five, the eagle gon' bite
Ridin' 'round town with a fist full of spite
Bitch, just kill me now, 'cause it's gon' be over
Ran out of options, just kill the rodents
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Uh, six blunts and they all for Mutt, give none to the sluts
7th Ward where I cut up guts, nugs up for the pluck
Eighth of bud, fucking roll and puff
Now I'm soaked in Tuss
In the Rover Truck, servin' hoes with lust
Throwed, I'm swervin' curves, I bust on curbs on purpose
Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood
Potent rust encrusts the Shogun's blade, but now it's broken up
Coke and dust, lil' bit on the razor when I opened up my wrist
My bloody fist is fucking cold and I'm numb
[Outro: Ross Kemp Extreme World]
"Why do you think it is so violent? Why is it so violent in New Orleans?"
"Shit man, fuck, it's violent 'cause fuck—they don't wanna give a nigga no fucking job, ya' hear me? They look at a nigga they like: "fuck, you a hoodlum", ya' hear me? So fuck, if you don't wanna give it to me, ya' hear me? And I'm tryna do the right thing, ya' hear me? Fuck, well fuck it, look here, I gotta go take it, ya' hear me? Fuck it."