Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600 – Hang Out Lyrics

Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600 – Hang Out Lyrics
Hang Out
Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600
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    "Hang Out." - Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600

    Album: Family Over Everything
    Track No: 16

    My nigga Deltah in the pots
    OTF
    Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'

    Bitch, I'm street, real, and I keep my steel
    'Cause niggas tryna kill since I signed that deal
    They won't address me
    Pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
    12 get on this car, bitch, I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
    They won't arrest me
    Uh, I get loco with this 40
    Shoot a fuck nigga brain, eh
    He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
    Fuck nigga he a stain (Stain)
    Fuck nigga he get banged (Banged)
    Reach for my chain (Chain)

    He can't hang out, he a lame, he a ho
    Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh)
    Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go
    In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' sour with my woes
    We can bang out if a lame drop a load
    We don't hang with the folks, got the P's for the low (Low)
    Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch, my chain, it'll glow
    Think I'm a lame,
    I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this bitch)

    You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
    I was trappin' since a youngin',
    Gettin' money was a hobby (Let's get it)
    Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy, it got a switch on it (Gah)
    Put some money on your head and them killas, they gonna sit on you
    Fuck nigga ain't got shit on me
    Fuck you, and your big homie
    Never lackin', keep them sticks on me
    Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
    He can't hang around, he a fan, he ain't gang
    Get the fuck from 'round me, you a pussy, you a stain (Gang)

    He can't hang out, he a lame, he a ho
    Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh)
    Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go
    In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' sour with my woes
    We can bang out if a lame drop a load
    We don't hang with the folks, got the P's for the low (Low)
    Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch, my chain, it'll glow
    Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go

    Writer(s): Rott, Deltah Beats, Memo600, Doodie Lo, Vincent Boyles, Andy Herrin, Melvin Griffin.

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