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I Hang

by Lud Foe

on No Hooks II (2017)

[Intro]
Aye, gang, gang, gang
Out west 290 sh*t, b*tch, you know how I'm rockin', n*gga
Aye, turn up some more, turn it all the way up
DY Krazy
Real street n*gga, straight gang sh*t
Aye, No Hooks Part 2, b*tch, out west sh*t
Gang, aye

[Verse]
I hang with drug dealers, I run with young killers
Hopped out, grabbed my gun, then I broke down me a Swisher
Run off with that work, he done f*cked with the wrong n*gga
He gon' get kidnapped, he gon' get gift wrapped
If she gets lots of me, you won't get your b*tch back
I wear designer sh*t, but it's always mix-matched
I'll probably get fired later if I took a p*ss test
When these bullets penetrate, they burnin' through your flesh
I'm a Young Street n*gga, I hang with oldhead killers
They'll slice your face, Buck 50 giver
I'ma Hennessy drinker, f*ck up my liver
A question for these rappers, why y'all so bitter?
I'm a shark in the water, get out my river
I'm a f*ckin' extorter, I'll rob those n*ggas
Might be f*ckin' your daughter, probably f*cked her sister
I'm a stone di*k giver, so she want my swiller
Strawberry ice cream, bucket seats vanilla
Saks Fifth shoppin' hard, I don't shop at Villa
Vince Carter, I'm dunkin' hard, I sh*t on n*ggas
She got my di*k on hard, the way her ass jiggle
Got two b*tches with me, feeling like Malcom in the Middle
You sneak dissin' to these hoes, you using the pillow
Gave her a X pill, she thought it was a skittle
I'm at your house with my tool like Bobby the Builder
Big MACs, big straps, big impacts
The weed so strong, I'm smoking on you, get contact
I heard you got your chain snatched, go get your sh*t back
I'm a boss, you a worker, come and get you a pat
I bought that b*tch a pair of titties 'cause her ass so fat
You wanna book me, send a deposit, I need half on that
If you ain't talkin' about no guala, then I'll pass on that
My flow contagious, drop a beat, I'll leave a rash on that
I got panorama for the roof, I put some glass on that
And when I rap, I speak the truth, I'm always bringin' facts
You got a tender head, bullet swing through naps
Can't get no sleep in the trap, I just take cat naps
He must think we cool, he wants some dap
Marble floor living room, marble floors in the trap
40 Glocks up the broom, turn your ass to a shroom
All I hang with is goons, all these n*ggas some crunes
I got my trunk in the front, so my engine go zoom
You hit that b*tch from the front, I hit that pus*y with moves
This a power for two, knock you right out your shoes
You get this sh*t confused, f*ck around make the news
Gang