Hang Out

My nigga Deltah in the pots OTF Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo' Bitch, I'm street, real, and I keep my steel 'Cause niggas tryna kill since I signed that deal They won't address 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 40 Shoot a fuck nigga brain, eh He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how? Fuck nigga he a stain (Stain) Fuck nigga he get banged (Banged) Reach for my chain (Chain) He can't hang out, he a lame, he a ho Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh) Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' 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 (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 trappin' since a youngin', Gettin' money was a hobby (Let's get it) Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy, it got a switch on it (Gah) 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 lackin', 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 ho Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh) Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' 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 (Low) Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch, my chain, it'll glow Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go