Hanging

Lyrics

[Intro] You gon' need a rope if you wanna hang with us (Slatt) [Chorus] Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far I got these racks on me, I ain't talkin' one Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up Bae 'gon put that ass on me, and she slop me up (Slop) Instead of speakin' facts on me, always lying, yeah (Facts, slime) Got a couple chefs with me, they gon' fry you up [Verse] Kel-Tec with me lil' boy, you'll be checkin' for your mama Sent some shooters with you, hangin' that lil' pack it, never fumble In a big city Jeep with that fye, I look like Llama Came with these Zz's, I ain't fuckin' with that drama They wan' E-N-D me, 'cause I got a money problem I'm gon' lеave that bitch on DND, got communication problems Nah they ain't fuckin' with mе, I had to bang, then leave 'em up Smokin' on skunk to the face, it leave me on geek We in your condo, don't need a key Yeah, I'm goin' too cray-cray, I need to cool down (Yeah) We slide with that drac'-drac', now its hot now (With that drac'-drac' slide) She gon' give me face-face, let her walk now (Let her walk, walk, walk) Yeah, I kicked the cup but, I sip when I'm with Jozizzy (Okay) SRT Jeep yeah, pushin' like a damn semi, (Skrt) He a mothafuckin' joke, yeah he is a damn gimmick She know she gon' get poked if she just listened to me You gon' need a rope if you wanna hang with us If I cannot call you my brudda', you can't bang with us In a AMG with Zay, yeah he a lane switcher *reversed* [Chorus] Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far I got these racks on me, I ain't talkin' one Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up 'Gon put that ass on me, and she slop me up (Slop) Speakin' facts on me, always lying, yeah (Facts, slime) Couple chefs with me, they gon' fry you up