CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hang Out
OTF
it ain't safe no mo'
Bitch I'm street, real and I keep my steal
'Cause these niggas tryna kill, since I signed that deal
They wanna trust me, pull up on they block with all these Glocks And it get messy
12 get on this car, bitch I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
They won't arrest me
Uh, I get loco with this 4-0
Shoot a fuck nigga brain
He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
Fuck nigga get stained (Stained)
Fuck nigga get banged (Banged)
Reach for my chain (Chain)
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro, he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring 4's smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this bitch)
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trapping since a youngin' getting money was a hobby (Let's get it)
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy it got a switch on it
Put some money on your head and them killas they gonna sit on you
Fuck nigga, ain't got shit on me
Fuck you, and your big homie
Never lacking, keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around he a fan, he ain't gang
Get the fuck from 'round me you a pussy you a stain (Gang)
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro, he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring 4's smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go
it ain't safe no mo'
Bitch I'm street, real and I keep my steal
'Cause these niggas tryna kill, since I signed that deal
They wanna trust me, pull up on they block with all these Glocks And it get messy
12 get on this car, bitch I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
They won't arrest me
Uh, I get loco with this 4-0
Shoot a fuck nigga brain
He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
Fuck nigga get stained (Stained)
Fuck nigga get banged (Banged)
Reach for my chain (Chain)
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro, he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring 4's smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this bitch)
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trapping since a youngin' getting money was a hobby (Let's get it)
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy it got a switch on it
Put some money on your head and them killas they gonna sit on you
Fuck nigga, ain't got shit on me
Fuck you, and your big homie
Never lacking, keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around he a fan, he ain't gang
Get the fuck from 'round me you a pussy you a stain (Gang)
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a hoe
Had the bread for my bro, he pillow talking to these hoes
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty he on go
In the trenches pouring 4's smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch my chain it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go
