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Can't Hang
4,298
Hip-Hop/Rap
Can't Hang was released on August 4, 2024 by 5606678 Records DK as a part of the album Can't Hang - Single
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Release DateAugust 4, 2024
Label5606678 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
prod with flavor
prod with flavor
Songwriter

Lyrics

Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm in this bitch
Fuck, fuck, fuck
M-m-made in Heaven
Fuck
I ain't tell 12 the right nickname
Pour up that drank in that big thing
Wake yo' ass up, boy, you can't hang
Take off my shirt, let my nuts hang
Get on this bitch and I spit game
Fuck, fuck
Thought the K5 was a Mustang
I ain't touch the whip the whole ride, my knee on the wheel
Talk 'bout that smoke, we put beef on the grill
Finesse, get the price low, I get me a deal
Ain't had no za, and you know how that feel
Look at my drip, check the barcode, it's real
**** gotta watch out for opp hoes, for real
You ain't got no fire, you hit the door with a butter knife
Got me fucked up, you'd think I'm watchin' lil' buddy fight
Fucked up the Backwood, just 'cause I ain't cut it right
Make sure them racks up, then we get buddy right
I beat that wig', then I treated you harmless
They taxin' for the drip, they attack my b-roll
They find out my drop, I might wack the peephole
Smoke down the pack, now I'm back to zero
Came five deep, but they after me though
You can't trust nobody, can't even trust yourself
Blick in my drawls, I got fire anywhere
I'm smellin' mid, got the nose for exotic
Where the trap at? I don't know, 'cause it's private
Fire that shit up, I'm tryna know if it's exotic
I don't give a fuck if it hot, let me drive it
I ain't really ask for this shit, I just got it
Tryna' fake like he got blick, it's his wallet
**** might tell what he did, he describe it
I ain't really wiggin' out too much, I'm vibin'
I won't show too much, I'm movin' in silence
I smell the gas, I smell the drug
Keep it inside, you can't show no love
Go to my hood, I don't pop out at the clubs
See some fine shit, can I get me a hug?
Keep droppin' hits 'til I'm rich as a muh'
Wiggin' out, I got the stick in the Uber truck
Why the fuck you want the smoke with us, stupid fuck?
Everybody know me, now I know that I'm movin' up
Come out the house, catch a play in my slides
Lil' twin disguised, I ain't think he was wise
I'm tryna get a Supreme collab, tryna get me a Supreme collab
I just smoke weed, what the fuck is a dab?
You better watch your own back, you get stabbed
Only smoked one blunt, it feel like a half
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm in this bitch
Fuck, fuck, fuck
M-m-made in Heaven
Fuck
I ain't tell 12 the right nickname
Pour up that drank in that big thing
Wake yo' ass up, boy, you can't hang
Take off my shirt, let my nuts hang
Get on this bitch and I spit game
Fuck, fuck
Thought the K5 was a Mustang
I ain't touch the whip the whole ride, my knee on the wheel
Talk 'bout that smoke, we put beef on the grill
Finesse, get the price low, I get me a deal
Ain't had no za, and you know how that feel
Look at my drip, check the barcode, it's real
**** gotta watch out for opp hoes, for real
You ain't got no fire, you hit the door with a butter knife
Got me fucked up, you'd think I'm watchin' lil' buddy fight
Fucked up the Backwood, just 'cause I ain't cut it right
Written by: prod with flavor
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