Banned From NO (Remix) is a bonus track from Wayne’s fourteenth solo studio album, Tha Carter VI, which is set to be released on Friday, June 6, 2025. Banned From NO (Remix) featuring 12-time Grammy Award-nominated Trinidadian rapper, singer, and songwriter “Nicki Minaj.” Whether you’re vibing out solo or sharing music with friends, this one’s a standout. The flow is tight, the message is clear, and both artists make sure you feel every bar. Check out the Banned From NO lyrics by Lil Wayne below, and experience the song’s passion.
Banned From NO (Remix) Lyrics Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, b**ch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma f**k her ’til she scream, “Cut”
Woah now, one shot, knock his door down
Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it
This game is a b**ch, you gotta pipe it ‘fore you wife it
Nothin’ gettin’ between me and and the team, not even a hyphen
You got a dead man walkin’, it’s a madman talkin’
Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous
Eatin’ on these streets like a fat man starvin’
And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherf**ker
Disclaimer, plenty paper, play with somebody safer
Black mask on, Darth Vader, send the money now, kill ’em later
B**ches know they can’t outpace her, New York Nick, L.A. Laker
That’s what you call a game changer, she don’t like me, can you blame her?
Can you blame her? I am the main her, word to the baby in the manger
Swerve on these hoes, no indicator, cake for days, I D’anita Baker
One Barbiana, Vogue Italiana, the best dressed just shut down Met Galiana
They won’t go farther, hoes ain’t got fathers,
Don’t call me mother, you hoes ain’t my daughters
Mm, every season, Anna Wintour, ten-four, Gag City for the win tour
We outside, smokin’ indoor, b**ch, is you deaf? I’m signin’ at the in-store
Jamaica, Queens b**ch, you reap what you sow, you better get a seamstress
When I dead ’em I don’t double back, peace,
B**ch, say you pushin’ P, okay, rest in p, b**ch (Brr)
‘Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop,
If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain’t that Sharpe
‘Cause you still can’t spell Prague and that’s horrible,
Weezy F. Baby, and the F is for phenomenal
Man, b**ches already fadin’ like a barber
They know I don’t decline so they never face card her
French Vanilla Hazel Nut in my Starbucks
NFL, fire some niggas and then call us
Disclaimer, plenty paper, play with some body safer
Black mask on, Darth Vader, send the money now, kill ’em later
B**ches know they can’t outpace her, New York Nick, L.A. Laker
That’s what you call a game changer, she don’t like me, can you blame her?
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
I’m the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, b**ch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma f**k her ’til she scream, “Cut”
