Can’t Hang

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Famous Dex & Yung Bans & Bad Neighbors - Rap

Can’t Hang

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[Chorus: Famous Dex] You can't hang with me if you ain't got a check You can't hang with me if you ain't bout them bands You can't hang with me if a gun ain't in yo hand You can't hang with me, you can't hang with me You can't hang with me, no, I'm not a fan You can't hang with me, yes, I got them bands You can't hang with me, I hop up in that Lamb You can't hang with me, you can't hang with me [Verse 1: Famous Dex & Yung Bans] Hop in the Bentley truck, yeah, I'm with Yung Bans She wanna suck on me 'cause I got them bands Girl, where you going? Girl, where your friends? I wanna fuck you tonight, I got the money right now Hop on the jet, she see I'm the man Yeah, shawty was sucking this dick with no hands Got two-hunnid thousand in cash soon as I land Yeah, me and my big brother Dex, we made in Japan, huh Yeah, and we on thе molly, bitch, we booted up I'm like, "Whеre yo friends at?" Tell her, "Toot it up" She like, "Where yo bands at?" I just threw 'em up She off a perky, she know what's up She wanna fuck right in my truck I'm in that Bentley truck, looking good, I'm fly as hell I got that money on me, you know I'm wit' YSL I'm wit' my brothers, can't you tell? I know you smell Good weed up in the air when we ridin' in Oh, yeah, damn Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh [Chorus: Famous Dex] You can't hang with me if you ain't got a check You can't hang with me if you ain't bout them bands You can't hang with me if a gun ain't in yo hand You can't hang with me, you can't hang with me You can't hang with me, no, I'm not a fan You can't hang with me, yes, I got them bands You can't hang with me, I hop up in that Lamb You can't hang with me, you can't hang with me [Verse 2: BAD NEIGHBOR$] [?] got this .30 on me, yeah She said she in love, I might hurt her, huh I got all these drugs, off like thirty perkies, yeah Keep that Glock on me, I ain't talking dirty All these drugs on me, yeah, in a hurry Your bitch wanna fuck, yeah, I told her scurry If she ain't seein' love, then it's looking blurry If she ain't got my gun, she ain't got none for me I'm at war with myself, looking at my reflection Any time I fuck this bitch, I show no affection I'm going numb, and she on ecstasy And if I die today, she gon' be next to me

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  • Yung Bans
  • Famous Dex
  • Bad Neighbors