Hangin' Up

I don't know bout them niggas
But all my niggas dangerous
I been sippin on syrup that's why I can't maintain the lane I'm in
I don't need no drivers I need sliders you can't hang with us
All of us been throwed
How you gone act like You don't know what came wit us
I kick down the door I bring my dawgs I ain't changin up
My Dawg callin from behind the wall I ain't hangin up

Hotline Bling Phone Ringin I'm Still Shoot That Drac
I ain't never fight with KChamp I was in the courtroom fighting cases
Big Bank ask me to step I'm Mob tied I tied my laces
Long Live Rashad Love Live R5
I Don't Think I Say It Enough
Damn I Hope They Don't Play With Me
I Had Brought 1K With Me
Phatboi You Know that's Tay with me
Jack boy that's what I used to be
We done fell outta love She want Us to go back to what We used to be
I be fresh to death in palm angels Ain't write no eulogy
I Ain't worried about nun
Fuck what a Fuck Nigga Say He Gon Do To Me
Tweakin with my Fye I might start squeezin
Ain't shit Cool Wit Me
Know y'all niggas hatin Let me in make some room for me
I ain't playin skins I done skinned down for my jewelry
See a pussy nigga
Slap a pussy nigga pussy nigga
Champ he ain't no athlete Pullin Hamstrings That Nigga Pullin Triggas
I Can't Hang Wit Rats Or No Mice
You Look Like Stuart Little
I done lost, I done lost
Now My Pain Different

I don't know bout them niggas
But all my niggas dangerous
I been sippin on syrup that's why I can't maintain the lane I'm in
I don't need no drivers I need sliders you can't hang with us
All of us been throwed
How you gone act like You don't know what came wit us
I kick down the door I bring my dawgs I ain't changin up
My Dawg callin from behind the wall I ain't hangin up

Aye remember sittin in the county With A low ass bond
I ain't even need that much
I wanna be a king like martin Luther But I don't really dream that much
AR-15 hope you left that Ruger
This a choppa fight
Going thru it I been in my feelings
I Can't go out tonight
I'm gone do it
Slide with my guys whether they wrong or right
I want a Truist I might put a dub in yo account
I take different routes Had to figure it out
Ain't never been no slouch
Nigga play with me he might get slumped
Its to many of us we ain't fighting fair
You gettin jumped
I don't lay up with no hoe
I'm finna go dunk
Fake friends how you got they back
But they ain't got yo front
Fake 10s and you serve yo friends know u wrong

I don't know bout them niggas
But all my niggas dangerous
I been sippin on syrup that's why I can't maintain the lane I'm in
I don't need no drivers I need sliders you can't hang with us
All of us been throwed
How you gone act like You don't know what came wit us
I kick down the door I bring my dawgs I ain't changin up
My Dawg callin from behind the wall I ain't hangin up



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Writer(s): Nathaniel Dennis
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