Jersey Hangers (feat. 5SB Silk)

I just lay down in my bed fuck it

Jigg asked if i want 'em dead i'm like yeah fuck it
So gang gone fill them glocks with lead and go out head huntin'
While i lay up ina burbs in bed i feel like craig cousin nigga

Catch a opp outta bounds we gone hang his jersey
Buck 50 to his face fuck it name 'em birdie
PNC nine oclock sharp bitch we banging early

Know you sick of takin Ls come over to the winnin' side
Chase yeah that's a 20 ball if i went inside
Creeping round the way sent ten as he went inside
Javi put the nuts ona chop better get inside

Aye why gang be onnat with y'all ass

Life flashed before his eyes made 'em haul ass
Like i'm kobe i can go for 80 i don't ball pass
You the only nigga leaving out with no mall bags
Pleasures or the human made im so indecisive
You niggas needa quit the rap you worse than 50 tyson
Target with that shit hit the worker with like 50 tysons
Hate when niggas try to ride along that ain't get invited
Here to make pape give a fuck if i make friends
Music video with halfpint we on take ten
Shake hands we can make bands
Gang huddle up i think i got the gameplan
Real nigga juice i got overdosed
Fuckin on this bitch she stretched out like she overdosed
Yeah she might be your girlfriend but i know her most
All that wolfin' finally seen me out you gone blow or choke
You don't let 'em earn it they gone keep coming back for more
Hoe a random nigga out the blue fuck you laughin' for
Dawg coming with that shit im fina meet 'em at the door
Yo dawg fumbled off the blitz you needa meet em at the morgue
Press the button ona glock before you think you pressing me
If we jump out with the mini drac may you rest in peace
Jam star ima rest in piece
You ain't really get it out the mud you can check his feet

Pussy ass nigga

(Aye Corn this shit hot!)



Credits
Writer(s): 5sb Silk
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