Hang Wit’

Lyrics

[Intro: Que Banz] (Woo) (Brrrt) (Woo) She jus wanna hang wit a nigga like (Que Banz!) (Woo) [Chorus: Que Banz] She just wanna hang with a nigga Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like She just wanna hang with a nigga In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like She up on the gram She flex for the cash She jus wanna hang with a nigga like She think I'm her man, she don't understand Keep tryna hang with a nigga like [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] She jus wanna hang with a nigga Left the baby in the house without a babysitter like woah Seen her in the club, gave her a little hug She got mad cuz I ain't wanna kiss her like no! Shawty annoying I'm bout curve her Oh she be stressing a nigga like Its 5 in the morning I'm laid up with wifey Shawty be texting a nigga like I ain't never tried to cuff her yea I said I love her but that was during sex my nigga like She be like you lie, you lied , sounding like flex my nigga like She all on the gram all on the snap chill baby girl you gon make it hot I bought her a bag I'm talking Chanel Yea the same one young thug got She talking bout a threesome cuz I like threesomes Baby girl know what a nigga like Telling me to call a girl over she jus wanna see who I'm fucking so she can start a fight like She tried to gas me She not that nasty She be tryna outsmart a nigga like Told her call her bff over so I can bend her over and She can join in whenever she like (Woah) [Chorus: Que Banz] She just wanna hang with a nigga Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like She just wanna hang with a nigga In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like She up on the gram She flex for the cash She jus wanna hang with a nigga like She think I'm her man, she don't understand Keep tryna hang with a nigga like [Verse 2: Chanti McCoy] He don't wanna hang with a chick, 'cause he took me out to eat and I ain't let him hit like no Jumped in his car, he asked me to give him head and I told the nigga suck his own dick like whoa He not too happy, he getting aggy I can see he about to dead a bitch Told me get out his car, I was like cool, nigga, I've been kicked out of better shit Got an Uber on deck, I ain't even upset My nigga, good looking for the food, though Mad he ain't hit, probably got a little dick and he probably like fingers in his booty hole Used to live with his grandma, heard he a scammer He ain't put no work in on these streets Got chased out of New York, now he in Atlanta Acting like he the new Big Meech I don't wanna hang around, you real niggas clowns, you should sign up for the cirkis, like When you took me out to eat, I ordered the most expencive shit they had on perpis, like [Chorus: Que Banz] She just wanna hang with a nigga Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like She just wanna hang with a nigga In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like She up on the gram She flex for the cash She jus wanna hang with a nigga like She think I'm her man, she don't understand Keep tryna hang with a nigga like [Verse 3: Que Banz] My nigga [?] She jus want perkys and zans See the money was part of the plan Caught me a lick off a scam Free all my niggas upstate in them gates Them they got burned in a jam Don't care bout surveillance Play tough on the footage Know why so they shot on the cam In the kitchen im whipping them gram (yea woah wait whip it) Im tryna stretch me a bag Pour me a six of that drank Try and come down and I can't Theses niggas mad and they hate We move that loud by the plate I am so high I might faint [Chorus: Que Banz] She just wanna hang with a nigga Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like She just wanna hang with a nigga In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like She up on the gram She flex for the cash She jus wanna hang with a nigga like She think I'm her man, she don't understand Keep tryna hang with a nigga like