Hang (Soab)

Lock the room talk the talk
You never see me crawl climate
Tree hang yourself baby
There's a rope
In the way the bus comes out
The cats crawl up
We got tables we got bottles we got everything
Come drown in my scars
I shoot my shot
The wheels turned the trees are tall
Stand up here
You'll see how hard i fall
The sides to the left i go right
I'm like a grass cutter
I cut everything in my way
Got no time to think
Can you time my time
I do what i do
Can you do me bitch
I walk 10 mile of a mountain
High up in the sky
That's when i saw that bitch

Yeah
Son of a bitch
Hang hang hang hang hang hang
What do i need
What do i need
Hang hang hang hang
Son of a bitch hang
I got it i got it i got i got it by myself
Son of a bitch

The grassing
Greener bitch
The greasing greener
With a green bitch
Call Daddy
We go green mode on your face
Mud on your Face
Mud on your face
Put it on your face
Bitches be mad on your face
The greasy grassy grassy
Grease on it
We grease on it

Nightdress i undress
Reassessing all my decisions
Unless we not in the finals
I won't excuse myself
Easy access more or less
Press play and bless this dress
I'm not distressed
Don't defend
No need to express my finesse
Unless you confess
Profess my love for this music
I'm guessing all my haters still obsessing over my all blessings
I'm progressing so they know Im not repressing
I'm possessive over all my talents
Won't let them bitches have me down my success
Yes
Son of a bitch
Fuck your whole entire clan

Son of a bitch hang
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it by myself
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it by myself

Send me the adi
I'm in another, another
Kicks game i confess
I'm impressive
Send me the adi
I'm in another, another
Kicks game i confess
I'm impressive

12345 that's the way i slide
6789 countdown till you die
I was in the bando raking the eagle
Ski mask on with the bandana on the left side
Choppa rainin down on bitches we don't fuck with them snitches
Moving bricks with the lambo truck feeling blessed
Jesus amen
Wisdom is supreme bitch
Get money get honey get money get wisdom, god
It cost you all you have, Jesus
Don't need to find me i got a finding fault
Now everybody genius
Its hard to practice

I got it, i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it
I got it

Now love what you love, Buddha
Fuck motherfuckers who's fault bitches suffer
Shooting up churches but i ain't scared
I go neck to neck with the feds
Hallelujah i just count my blessings

Son of a bitch
Hang hang hang hang hang hang
What do i need
What do i need
Hang hang hang hang