Hang With Me

Got, got, got ya, sucker
This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari
Now man- (D-J-J-T)

This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari
Now man, it's big as fuck (dope)
Cut a nigga head off his shoulders, then kick it up
Let that bitch fall to the ground, his homies pick it up
We don't pay for hoes, dick 'em down, they be tippin' us
I'm ridin' and I'm dodgin' stupid potholes
Trust me, you don't wanna look down the Glock nose
Bend down the block, dip a nigga like some nachos
'Cause I got green, tell a nigga some cilantro

I'm in the D, you know call up DPs
Call the wrong plumber, he gon' leave a nigga leakin'
Ridin' in a low-low (skrrt), oh, yeah, we creepin'
Don't get mixed in this potion, it will turn you to a faece
Oh, yeah, you know we pop up, we gon' pop ya
Pull up to your cookout to pop ya
Come through, turn your trap house to a mop house
Leave your head on the floor, your blood gon' get mopped out

Got some niggas in PA, free Yae Yae
And sell cheap, leave a man down, mayday
Chuck shoot you like a duck, Wesley Snipes, blank K
Chino sellin' E, so every day is payday
I got some niggas on the seventh mile of the eight mile
Rocaine piecin' niggas up MMA style
Booda hold my Ruger, I brought the K out
Hit his block on hot day, turn into a bake out

I need some thiyow, I call Suav and he bring it out
Snap Dogg wet your shirt up, then he wring it out
Shells at your head, so I can see what you thinkin' 'bout
Johnny Dang, he gon' pull up, just bling me out
Balmains or Robins, I got options
Flip him like a sack, Keke thought he was a robber
I'm goin' fast in this M6 and it's raining
Bitch, put your seatbelt on, no complainin'

She fell in love because of that, I need a restraining
Lamron, they gon' come through and make arrangements
DK sendin' P's off, and I'm in and out
Tadoe bend on me in a Benzo
Big birds sendin' hot shots, nigga, get low
Slide down on a lil' nigga, hit his big folks
What Rocaine on? We pull up, ain't no boxing
Don't get out takin' off your shirt, we let shots squeeze

Steal a nigga's lies, but we are not thieves
The way we cut these niggas up, we make lunch meat
Rest up Robito, we smokin' dope, we yellin'
Up this AR-15 and Mad Maxx a nigga
That's KuGlo, but they on the roof, though, snappin' pictures
At least that's what it look like when that scope smack a nigga



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