Hangman
Ayy
(Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, cut-throats)
(Fake flex but this shit is in my roots)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace (I don't give a fuck)
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
If you talk shit, then pussy you should say that shit verbatim
I can flip it upside down and ruin this whole operation
I'm the type to pull up on you swingin' blades, no conversations
You got pistols, knives, and choppas coming straight for you, chasing
You say you could pop me saying that it ain't no contemplation
Pussy, why the hesitation? Talk your shit before I take it
This your last breath fuckboy, so you should fucking take it
You got the all white bands, you would think it's fucking racist, huh?
(Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit)
Sometimes when people are like (talk shit, talk shit)
I'm talkin' to them and they're like
They don't even know why they're talkin' type shit bro
(Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit)
Show you why, why I'm in first place
Hey brother, lemme get back in (uh, uh, uh)
Smoking the cigarette not to remember it just to forget where the pain coming from
I'm a veteran, switch up the medicine, sun in my eyes and the pain in my lungs
It's four in the morning and everyone asleep
I'm wide awake beggin' God on my knees
To listen to these words that I cannot forget
Take all these pills and just give me your bottle shit
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
(Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, cut-throats)
(Fake flex but this shit is in my roots)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace (I don't give a fuck)
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
If you talk shit, then pussy you should say that shit verbatim
I can flip it upside down and ruin this whole operation
I'm the type to pull up on you swingin' blades, no conversations
You got pistols, knives, and choppas coming straight for you, chasing
You say you could pop me saying that it ain't no contemplation
Pussy, why the hesitation? Talk your shit before I take it
This your last breath fuckboy, so you should fucking take it
You got the all white bands, you would think it's fucking racist, huh?
(Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit)
Sometimes when people are like (talk shit, talk shit)
I'm talkin' to them and they're like
They don't even know why they're talkin' type shit bro
(Talk shit, talk shit, talk shit, talk shit)
Show you why, why I'm in first place
Hey brother, lemme get back in (uh, uh, uh)
Smoking the cigarette not to remember it just to forget where the pain coming from
I'm a veteran, switch up the medicine, sun in my eyes and the pain in my lungs
It's four in the morning and everyone asleep
I'm wide awake beggin' God on my knees
To listen to these words that I cannot forget
Take all these pills and just give me your bottle shit
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
Talk shit we gon' hang him from a noose, we
Cut-throats and we never take a truce, he gon'
Fake flex but this shit is in my roots
So I'ma slap him with the blade if he say a shooter shoot, I'm a
Vet bitch, dripping blood from my necklace
Flex bitch, I can run off with your head, bitch
I don't give a fuck about your necklace
But since we on the topic you should get that shit tested
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Writer(s): Harrison Ficinus, Sebastian Newton
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