Hanging

You gon' need a rope if you gon' hang with us

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 slime me up
Steady speakin' facts on me, always lying, yeah
Got a couple chefs with me, they gon' fry you up

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 BC Jeep with the 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' leave that bitch on DND, got communication problems
Nah they ain't fuckin' with me, 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, let her walk now (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
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