A-Rob - Hang (feat. Mazon, RILLA & Wa3ak)

Yeah I bet you can't hang
Yeah
Yeah well I bet you can't hang
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang

Same old same old shit
Out in public on doses
Couple jays of the do-si yeah
Pin drop for the bro's
Stiff arm for the hoes
Real one back home
Yeah
Big slab for the low yeah
Big homie with the grow op
Head stash for the smoke yeah
Wagyu on the stove top
Lagavulin for the pour up
Raw pape from the smoke shop
Say what you want
I promise I won't I promise I won't I promise I won't
I promise it won't stop uh
I know you're tired of it yeah
All of the lying and shit uh
Who you impressing who you addressing you better watch the lip mm
It's the apocalypse
And I ain't makin no promises shit
But I bet you can't hang

All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang

Naw (Naw) you cant hang (You can't hang)
Perpetrating like you a member, you ain't gang (You ain't gang)
You not even a factor (Nope) you more like an actor (Yup)
Pulling up with that package and I'm probably gone need a tractor
Hold up, you say homie got the grow opp whats the numbers on it
Talk your shit, they dont respect you when you're humble on it
My dawg violated and I'll never trust him for it
If it aint beef my boy I must ignore it, just restore it
Back to the basics, I might be reasonable
But my niggas aint acting with patience, they probably gone clap at your faces
Feeling like you back in the matrix, you dodging metal and flame
Aint nothing left, no remains, you feel my pain boy I bet you cant hang

All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang

Ay, you was never gang you could never hang
Got my shit my pooping I mixed it with soda
I can not even keep up with the quota
They calling me chief dont confuse it with Sosa
Cause hanging with me is like finding me sober
Man I don't condone all this lying disclosure
Man I am the closer I do not fold up
Yeah, yeah
Me and A.Rob in the bat cave yeah
Who really want it who that brave yeah
How you promoting the violence and stopping the violence
I'm tired of that game
What's a waterfall to a cascade
Regular premium gas grade
Yeah is there no comparison that's strange
Yeah I been in the streets and I been in the trenches
I been a soldier you be bending over
You be chilling with opps when the feds is over You ain't whipping yola
You dont work with the sticks that's remote controllers
I was jugging the pack off the Motorolas
How the cop come around then you bound to show up
You not a thug you just a poser boy don't be a poster

Yeah well I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang, uh
All I hear is four drop same old thot
Screaming gang gang gang, yeah
It's the same old
It's the same old thing
But I bet you can't hang

Yeah (Hang) Yeah (Hang)
Yeah well I bet you can't hang (Hang)
Yeah (Hang) Yeah (Hang)
I bet you can't
Yeah I bet you can't

Written by:
Ameen Rahman, Dominiek Taylor, Malcomn Mays

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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