Let It Hang (feat. Big 30)

And the bitch come out of niggas when its time to slide
Go hit frontline dump a hundred, then go burn the ride
Nigga get low they get to running when that choppa ride(Burn the whip)
Don't play that shit with us cus niggas know we not them other guys

Aye Nah nope we is not them dudes
Every nigga with me glocked up don't tote .22s
We strictly putting shit to sleep no wake up he on snooze
Fox 13 guide we known to put shit on the news

I popped a jigga Boo
I put the chop on cruise
I gave that bitch the blues
I ran em out his shoes
I ran em out his Lace
Shoot that bitch in his face
Just bought a dirty Drac
He took his mask off and he caught a case (Bitch this for Nin)

Aye this shit get you laced I promise you don't want no smoke
I pulled up with them killers Ricky, NuNu, JayLoc (Tha Grapes)
Them head shots a Get too sloppy Send one to his throat
I know the murder gang they calling Big 30 the goat

I'm with Big 30 with my .30 and I let it poke (I Let It Hang)
I hit his block they seen my face he thought he seen a ghost (I Let It Hang)
We in Little Rock bitch this my city right here I'm the Goat (Fuckin Truth)
I seen that bitch I got to blickin' I stepped on his Throat

I'm sliding Beemer truck big motor this hoe V 10
Glock 10, FN I pay killer to spin
We up the sco on every opp Choppa Gang for the win
Ain't no fake killers in the set gotta commit a sin

I go and drive this stolen car like it's a fuckin Benz
You heard that diss that boy had made its time to fuckin Spin
I tried to shoot him in his face but I had shot his shin
My cousin riding with the opps I might go kill my ken (My fucking Blood)



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Writer(s): Kareem Fudail
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