Banana Clip Lyrics by J Hus

J Hus Lyrics

“Banana Clip” by J Hus is a dark, hard-hitting street anthem centered on survival, power, and hustler mentality. The song reflects the realities of street life, where toughness, alertness, and reputation are essential for survival. Through sharp wordplay and vivid symbolism, J Hus portrays a world shaped by poverty, crime, loyalty, and constant risk.

The lyrics contrast harsh street experiences with themes of luxury, confidence, and status, highlighting how hustling becomes both a means of survival and a way to uplift entire communities. Rather than glorifying violence, the song presents it as part of a repetitive cycle driven by circumstance, where street knowledge replaces formal education and resilience becomes a necessity.

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J Hus – Banana Clip Lyrics

Intro
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip (Banana clip)
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip
Ayo (Ayo)

Chorus
Brought the Glock to the barbecue
It's not only chicken we're grilling
Killing, true say all them boy chicken
I could have five machine's ripping, pinging
I'm not talking, I'm thinking
These nigga's pillow talking, they sickening
Wet that nigga like a christening
Freedom risking, my index itching, hatcha
Getting blows from a video vixen
She gon' suck me, she demonic ('monic)
Ride 'til you cream on it
Look 'pon the dresser, it's a Glock with a beam on it (Beam on it)
This one block, I'mma lean on it
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with a banana, banana clip (Banana clip)
Hang out the whip with a banana clip

Verse
Baby gyal do you know what banana is?
You gon' suck me while I back my spliff
Your tight pum-pum with the tightest grip
Don't say a word, keep the tightest lip
I'm buildin' you up, baby, bit by bit
But I'm P.I.M.P, girl, you gotta submit
I step inna di club and I got the wap-stick
Come from a place where we're all corrupted
Rise my machine all in the public
Rise my machine 'cause we got a conflict
I keep it on me, that's street knowledge
Pac died years ago, but I'm still thugging
Get blammed in the face for mean mugging
He can't leave the hood cah the streets love him
The streets need him
Cah he's hungry, mama didn't feed him
He's grinding through sunrise and evening
Never went school, the street will teach him
It's the same crimes he keeps repeating
But he's the reason certain man are eating
Got a bredrin who'll stop your breathing
I'm a legend 'cause of what I'm speaking
Hustala Baby

Chorus
Brought the Glock to the barbecue
It's not only chicken we're grilling
Killing, true say all them boy chicken
I could have five machine's ripping, pinging
I'm not talking, I'm thinking
These nigga's pillow talking, they sickening
Wet that nigga like a christening
Freedom risking, my index itching, hatcha
Getting blows from a video vixen
She gon' suck me, she demonic ('monic)
Ride till you cream on it
Look 'pon the dresser, it's a Glock with a beam on it (Beam on it)
This one block, I'mma lean on it
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with a banana, banana clip (Banana clip)
Hang out the whip with a banana clip