Hey
Why they hatin on a youngin
Said why they hatin on a youngin
Nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
You cant hang nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
Nigga you cant hang you cant hang hang
You cant you cant hang you aint gang gang
Bitch Im an og but Im quick to pull it like a youngin
In my pockets all hundreds run up on me bitch Im drummin
I was thuggin on the corner with my niggas came from nothin
F**k these bitches I dont trust em Im a dog f**k her cousin
They like goddamn bibby why you still on that block shit
Get you shot quick round them niggas I dont rock with
I seen niggas turned christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage now you on that lord watch shit
Give a f**k if you box well I got hot shells
Drop ls pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids Im a demon Im a rot in hell
Do the time I will not tell like Im vondell
Nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
You cant hang nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
Nigga you cant hang you cant hang hang
You cant you cant hang you aint gang gang
Mama always told me that the streets aint got no love for you
Niggas get in jam start tellin on their blood brother
Need the type of homies like edai do a dub for you
Niggas stand around they aint workin they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil brother cause he always keep it real with me
If it fall down he gon be right there to build with me
Right back in the field with me robber he gon kill with me
And we get into it every week but he still with me
And Im eatin steak now but Im with that beef shit
F**k these old niggas they cant tell me bout no street shit
Love the ones you starve with them the ones you eat with
I dont trust these bitches only nina who I sleep with
Nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
You cant hang nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
Nigga you cant hang you cant hang hang
You cant you cant hang you aint gang gang
See you ridinround flexin and shit with all them guns
Boy lord knows you got a license for every one of them bitches
Stop flexin boy you aint tryna catch nothin ayy ayy
All these niggas round car crackin we just call that broad trappin
I was in the field with my youngins where its all action
I just play my part goin hard for the squad
If a nigga play with me he gon have to meet his god
And Im still ridin through the hood grippin on the steel
Give a f**k bout how you feel they know why I kept it hard
F**k the police and the serge
If they ask me bout a murder I just tell em I was blind
Like my last name was Charles
Talkin way before hip hop pounds in a ziploc
White shawn and marley doin drills got the strip hot
I was shootin dice tryna come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin jokes like you chris rock
Nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
You cant hang nigga you cant hang you aint gang gang
Nigga you cant hang you cant hang hang
You cant you cant hang you aint gang gang
You cant hang nigga nigga you aint gang
You cant hang hang
You already know man
Boss gang shit
Gang
you A int gang