U Can't Hang
I been blowin up my atm
Now you tryna be my friend
When I hop up out the benz
With my Gucci lens
I be Stayin with my kin
Askin where I've been
I've been in the stu
Cause I never leave
You cannot compete
Not with me
Tryna take away my steez
Tell Lil baby get down on her Knees
Cause she wetter than the Aquafins
And she ate it like a feast
And she do it with no teeth
When I get up on the beat
You can't hang with me
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
All ya hoes need to learn
I finesse and then I skrt
Need to hit the booth, just so I Can work, I can smoke out all The herb, sip up all the purp
If you try to cross me, we can Take it to the curb
What's the word
Why you comin at me from the Side
I ain't with it, I ain't gotta nine
But I'm like Ali in his prime
I'm the greatest when I rhyme
I been all up on my grind
Had to dumb it down just a little
Just so I could write
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
Yeah ya need to get ya weight Up
Learn about the data
How you get some paper
I'm the alpha and omega
Time to meet ya maker
You are just a beta
All these yes men like Jamaica
You are just a hater
I be ballin like the 87 lakers
I be blowing up like a crater
Maybe later
Maybe sooner, like I'm baker
I'll be fillin up these articles on Fader
Then I'm raiding all you raiders, Just to get the paper, just to get My money up
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
Yeah I got a little baby on my Hip
With the Kylie Jenner lips
And she suckin on my tip
That's just how I roll
She a perfect ten, like I knock Down all the pins
I be smoking out the bowl
Said I wouldn't do it but I did Again
It's the devils lettuce so I guess I Sin
All these demons saying let me In
But I told'em maybe you should Guess again
We can still be friends
In the after life
I can see you in the dark night
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
Now you tryna be my friend
When I hop up out the benz
With my Gucci lens
I be Stayin with my kin
Askin where I've been
I've been in the stu
Cause I never leave
You cannot compete
Not with me
Tryna take away my steez
Tell Lil baby get down on her Knees
Cause she wetter than the Aquafins
And she ate it like a feast
And she do it with no teeth
When I get up on the beat
You can't hang with me
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
All ya hoes need to learn
I finesse and then I skrt
Need to hit the booth, just so I Can work, I can smoke out all The herb, sip up all the purp
If you try to cross me, we can Take it to the curb
What's the word
Why you comin at me from the Side
I ain't with it, I ain't gotta nine
But I'm like Ali in his prime
I'm the greatest when I rhyme
I been all up on my grind
Had to dumb it down just a little
Just so I could write
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
Yeah ya need to get ya weight Up
Learn about the data
How you get some paper
I'm the alpha and omega
Time to meet ya maker
You are just a beta
All these yes men like Jamaica
You are just a hater
I be ballin like the 87 lakers
I be blowing up like a crater
Maybe later
Maybe sooner, like I'm baker
I'll be fillin up these articles on Fader
Then I'm raiding all you raiders, Just to get the paper, just to get My money up
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
Yeah I got a little baby on my Hip
With the Kylie Jenner lips
And she suckin on my tip
That's just how I roll
She a perfect ten, like I knock Down all the pins
I be smoking out the bowl
Said I wouldn't do it but I did Again
It's the devils lettuce so I guess I Sin
All these demons saying let me In
But I told'em maybe you should Guess again
We can still be friends
In the after life
I can see you in the dark night
You can't hang with me
I've been on my own
Ive been doin this
For I don't know how long
Imma get the bag
Imma show'em all
I can do this shit
And you ain't stopping me
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Writer(s): Tyler Robinson
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