I Hang lyrics

[Intro]

Aye, gang, gang, gang

Out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga

Aye, turn up some more, turn it all the way up

DY Krazy

Real street nigga, straight gang shit

Aye, No Hooks Part 2, bitch, out west shit

Gang, aye

[Verse]

I hang with drug dealers, I run with young killers

Hopped out, grabbed my gun, then I broke down me a Swisher

Run off with that work, he done fucked with the wrong nigga

He gon' get kidnapped, he gon' get gift wrapped

If she gets lots of me, you won't get your bitch back

I wear designer shit, but it's always mix-matched

I'll probably get fired later if I took a piss test

When these bullets penetrate, they burnin' through your flesh

I'm a Young Street Nigga, I hang with oldhead killers

They'll slice your face, Buck 50 giver

I'ma Hennessy drinker, fuck up my liver

A question for these rappers, why y'all so bitter?

I'm a shark in the water, get out my river

I'm a fuckin' extorter, I'll rob those niggas

Might be fuckin' your daughter, probably fucked her sister

I'm a stone dick giver, so she want my swiller

Strawberry ice cream, bucket seats vanilla

Saks Fifth shoppin' hard, I don't shop at Villa

Vince Carter, I'm dunkin' hard, I shit on niggas

She got my dick on hard, the way her ass jiggle

Got two bitches with me, feeling like Malcom in the Middle

You sneak dissin' to these hoes, you using the pillow

Gave her a X pill, she thought it was a skittle

I'm at your house with my tool like Bobby the Builder

Big MACs, big straps, big impacts

The weed so strong, I'm smoking on you, get contact

I heard you got your chain snatched, go get your shit back

I'm a boss, you a worker, come and get you a pat

I bought that bitch a pair of titties 'cause her ass so fat

You wanna book me, send a deposit, I need half on that

If you ain't talkin' about no guala, then I'll pass on that

My flow contagious, drop a beat, I'll leave a rash on that

I got panorama for the roof, I put some glass on that

And when I rap, I speak the truth, I'm always bringin' facts

You got a tender head, bullet swing through naps

Can't get no sleep in the trap, I just take cat naps

He must think we cool, he wants some dap

Marble floor living room, marble floors in the trap

40 Glocks up the broom, turn your ass to a shroom

All I hang with is goons, all these niggas some crunes

I got my trunk in the front, so my engine go zoom

You hit that bitch from the front, I hit that pussy with moves

This a power for two, knock you right out your shoes

You get this shit confused, fuck around make the news

Gang

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks 2 (2017)