Hang Wit' Us Lyrics

They know we got bags in here

Choppers and hellcats in here

Rockets, they won't pass in here

Need every band, just bring 'em here, huh

Bro gon' follow 'em, take out that flash and model up, bang

Tell bro cop it up, we blow that cash, our pockets up sane

You need a Glock to hang wit' us

Couple rocks to hang wit' us

We up on rubber bands and bullets, couple stocks to hang wit' us

Don't run on me, that banger tuck

That money flow and came wit' us

Them Og's hating on a young nigga, tell bro to hang it up

How the fuck that's ya bitch and she fucking on the bros

See I ain't green but when that money come through, bitch I stay on go

Hop out on feet and let that forty rock out, let them niggas know

Can't do no fussing with a bitch, I either leave or play my role

Essential fit with the skeezy on, glock tightened up

Trap mode, throw that Peezy on, get me hyped up

Only talk to Get back on the phone, fuck Skype bruh

Had to cut that dumb ass hoe off cause I ain't like her

Had to cut the switch and beam off cause I ain't need it

Don't try to hard gon' fuck ya team off and get defeated

Up and down just like a seesaw, she ate the semen

Bro been rocking palm angles lately, still a demon

They know we got bags in here

Choppers and hellcats in here

Rockets, they won't pass in here

Need every band, just bring 'em here, huh

Bro gon' follow 'em, take out that flash and model up, bang

Tell bro cop it up, we blow that cash, our pockets up sane

You need a Glock to hang wit' us

Couple rocks to hang wit' us

We up on rubber bands and bullets, couple stocks to hang wit' us

Don't run on me, that banger tuck

That money flow and came wit' us

Them Og's hating on a young nigga, tell bro to hang it up

Tell bro go get some cash, get off his ass, he mad a nigga rap

Even though I ain't been the same, yes I still keep it stack

She don't like him cause he lame, oh don't worry cause I'm back

Aye I might just go insane, take a perc and gimme me that

Wocky, crushed ice

Fucked her, fuck twice

Her bestfriend fuck nice

And her cousin, hoe cut right

Favorite eater left a nigga, but I'll be alright

I just got a new bitch outta state and she all mine

Boy ya pockets fucked up, you been crashing

Get around the way that's endless bread, he ain't lasting

I don't feel like uzi but I got the endless fashion

I'm the one to call top shots like I'm captain

They know we got bags in here

Choppers and hellcats in here

Rockets, they won't pass in here

Need every band, just bring 'em here, huh

Bro gon' follow 'em, take out that flash and model up, bang

Tell bro cop it up, we blow that cash, our pockets up sane

You need a Glock to hang wit' us

Couple rocks to hang wit' us

We up on rubber bands and bullets, couple stocks to hang wit' us

Don't run on me, that banger tuck

That money flow and came wit' us

Them Og's hating on a young nigga, tell bro to hang it up