Can't Hang Lyrics

Look at my shoes look at my pants

You can't tell I got that drip on me

She said I look so good she keep tryna put her lips on me

I might be high as fuck but you can't tell I got that blick on me

I'm posted in the club and he might try and give a tip on me

But she snuck her blicky in too

Like what y'all getting into

You fucking with them opp hoes

Don't look wrong she going send two

And she know how to aim it when she blow it she going hit you

I don't need blick cause I can't fight don't care if you 10'2

No that nigga he can't hang with us all my niggas dangerous

Black mag shit turn that fuck nigga to angel dust

You niggas be so sherm and I can tell that Nigga lame as fuck

You better wait yo turn cause me and gang we going be

Popped out

Turn up with them glocks out

Left that nigga eyes wide

Who said I can't come back to the city bihh imma be outside

Might be by myself but if I am then you going clock out

I can't argue with no nigga

No I can't

He told me that he a killer

But bitch you ain't

Smoking on that cherry pie

This that stank

Damn I so high that I might faint

She suck on that dick like she a saint

And my cup be purple like some paint

Pull up wit that tommy like I'm hanks

Kick some people off my boat because that shit was finna sink