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You Ain't Gang
Lil Bibby
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Hey Why they hatin' on a youngin' Said why they hatin' on a youngin' B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang B***h you can't hang you can't hang hang You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang B***h I'm an og but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin' In my pockets all hundreds run up on me b***h I'm drummin' I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas came from nothin' **** these b*****s I don't trust 'em I'm a dog **** her cousin They like goddamn bibby why you still on that block shit Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't rock with I seen niggas turned christian when they feel that hot shit Thought you was a savage now you on that lord watch shit Give a **** if you box well I got hot shells Drop ls pull up back to back and give your block hell Pistol whip your kids I'm a demon I'm a rot in hell Do the time I will not tell like I'm vondell B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang B***h you can't hang you can't hang hang You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no love for you Niggas get in jam start tellin' on their blood brother Need the type of homies like edai do a dub for you Niggas stand around they ain't workin' they just bloodsuckers Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it real with me If it fall down he gon' be right there to build with me Right back in the field with me robber he gon' kill with me And we get into it every week but he still with me And I'm eatin' steak now but I'm with that beef shit **** these old niggas they can't tell me 'bout no street shit Love the ones you starve with them the ones you eat with I don't trust these b*****s only nina who I sleep with B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang B***h you can't hang you can't hang hang You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang See you ridin' round flexin' and shit with all them guns Boy lord knows you got a license for every one of them b*****s Stop flexin' boy you ain't tryna catch nothin' ayy ayy All these niggas 'round car crackin' we just call that broad trappin' I was in the field with my youngins where it's all action I just play my part goin' hard for the squad If a nigga play with me he gon' have to meet his god And I'm still ridin' through the hood grippin' on the steel Give a **** 'bout how you feel they know why I kept it hard **** the police and the serge' If they ask me 'bout a murder I just tell 'em I was blind Like my last name was Charles Talkin' way before hip hop pounds in a ziploc White shawn and marley doin' drills got the strip hot I was shootin' dice tryna come up on a big knot You was in the class crackin' jokes like you chris rock B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang B***h you can't hang you ain't gang gang B***h you can't hang you can't hang hang You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang b***h b***h you ain't gang You can't hang hang You already know man Boss gang shit Gang
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