Can't Hang
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
I got plans, and I'm tryna fix things for you, baby
We ain't gotta smoke when I'm textin' you the best, baby
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
I'm hoping that you'll pull up to the function
Your homies think I'm talking, well,
they made the right assumption, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
I'm the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah
I'm your man and I'm tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
Say you ain't no side chick
You more like a side kick
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Only worried 'bout your life 'cause they ain't got one, yeah
Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I'm on my last
I'm the plug like the aux cord in the tax
They can't catch me, coupe don't got no backseat
You a bad bitch
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
I dropped a 'hunnid up on a watch, it's a fortune
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
You say all your niggas gang bang
We on the same thang
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang
Don't come thru if you can't
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
I got plans, and I'm tryna fix things for you, baby
We ain't gotta smoke when I'm textin' you the best, baby
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
I'm hoping that you'll pull up to the function
Your homies think I'm talking, well,
they made the right assumption, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
I'm the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah
I'm your man and I'm tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah
Say you ain't no side chick
You more like a side kick
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Only worried 'bout your life 'cause they ain't got one, yeah
Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I'm on my last
I'm the plug like the aux cord in the tax
They can't catch me, coupe don't got no backseat
You a bad bitch
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
I dropped a 'hunnid up on a watch, it's a fortune
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
You say all your niggas gang bang
We on the same thang
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change
Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough
Y'all bitches ain't high enough
I just dropped thirty bands,
then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you can't hang
Don't come thru if you ain't gang
Don't come thru if you can't
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Shane Lindstrom, Raynford Humphrey, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
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