- Lil Bibby You Ain't Gang 歌詞
- Lil Bibby
- Hey
Why they hatin' on a youngin'
Said why they hatin' on a youngin'
Nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can't hang nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Nigga you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Bitch I'm an og but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin'
In my pockets all hundreds run up on me bitch I'm drummin'
I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas came from nothin'
F**k these bitches I don't trust 'em I'm a dog f**k her cousin
They like goddamn bibby why you still on that block shit
Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't rock with
I seen niggas turned christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage now you on that lord watch shit
Give a f**k if you box well I got hot shells
Drop ls pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids I'm a demon I'm a rot in hell
Do the time I will not tell like I'm vondell
Nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can't hang nigga you can't hang you ain' t gang gang
Nigga you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no love for you
Niggas get in jam start tellin' on their blood brother
Need the type of homies like edai do a dub for you
Niggas stand around they ain 't workin' they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it real with me
If it fall down he gon' be right there to build with me
Right back in the field with me robber he gon' kill with me
And we get into it every week but he still with me
And I'm eatin' steak now but I'm with that beef shit
F**k these old niggas they can't tell me 'bout no street shit
Love the ones you starve with them the ones you eat with
I don't trust these bitches only nina who I sleep with
Nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can't hang nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Nigga you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
See you ridin''round flexin' and shit with all them guns
Boy lord knows you got a license for every one of them bitches
Stop flexin' boy you ain't tryna catch nothin' ayy ayy
All these niggas 'round car crackin' we just call that broad trappin'
I was in the field with my youngins where it's all action
I just play my part goin' hard for the squad
If a nigga play with me he gon' have to meet his god
And I'm still ridin ' through the hood grippin' on the steel
Give a f**k 'bout how you feel they know why I kept it hard
F**k the police and the serge'
If they ask me ' bout a murder I just tell 'em I was blind
Like my last name was Charles
Talkin' way before hip hop pounds in a ziploc
White shawn and marley doin' drills got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice tryna come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' jokes like you chris rock
Nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can 't hang nigga you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Nigga you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can't hang nigga nigga you ain't gang
You can't hang hang
You already know man
Boss gang shit
Gang
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