J Hus – Banana Clip
British rapper J Hus delivers Banana Clip, a gritty anthem charged with confidence and street energy. The track is bold, raw, and crafted to showcase his sharp lyricism and commanding presence.
The production fuses Afrobeats, Hip‑Hop, Rap, and Trap, blending heavy basslines with rhythmic bounce that amplify its intensity.
Banana Clip explores themes of resilience, ambition, and survival, resonating with audiences who connect to its authentic street narrative.
The track reinforces J Hus’s reputation as one of the UK’s most influential voices in contemporary rap.
J Hus – Banana Clip
Banana Clip Lyrics:
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip
Aye, yo
Brought the Glock to the barbecue
It's not only chicken we grillin', killin'
True say all dem boy chicken
I could have five machines rippin', pinging
I'm not talking, I'm thinking
These niggas pillow talking, it's sickening
Wet that nigga like a christening
Freedom risking, my index itching (Atchaa)
Getting blows from my video vixen
She gon suck me, she demonic
Ride till you cream on it
Look pon the dresser, it's a Glock with a beam on it
It's one block, I'm a lean on it
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana clip
Baby girl, do you know what banana is?
You gon' suck me while I bark my spliff
Ya tight pum pum with the tightest grip
Don't say a word, keep the tightest lip
I'm building 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 public
Rise my machine 'cause we got a conflict
I keep it on me, that's street knowledge
Pat died years ago but I'm still tugging
Get blammed in the face for mean mugging
Can't leave the hood 'cause the streets love him
The streets need him 'cause he's hungry, mumma didn't feed him
He's grinding through sunrise and evening
Never went school, the streets will teach him
It's the same crimes he keeps repeating
But he's the reason certain man are eating
Got a bredrin who stop your breathing
I'm a legend 'cause of what I'm speaking
Hustla baby
Brought the Glock to the barbecue
It's not only chicken we grillin', killin'
True say all dem boy chicken
I could have five machines rippin', pinging
I'm not talking, I'm thinking
These niggas pillow talking, it's sickening
Wet that nigga like a christening
Freedom risking, my index itching (Atchaa)
Getting blows from my video vixen
She gon suck me, she demonic
Ride till you cream on it
Look pon the dresser, it's a Glock with a beam on it
It's one block, I'm a lean on it
Banana clip
Hang out the whip with the banana, banana clip
Banana clip
Hang out the with whip with the banana clip
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Half Clip EP
J Hus • 2025
