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lil bibby – you ain’t gang lyrics

[intro]
hey
why they hatin’ on a youngin’?
said why they hatin’ on a youngin’?

[hook]
n-gga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
you can’t hang, n-gga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
n-gga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
you can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m an og, but i’m quick to pull it like a youngin’
in my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, b-tch i’m drummin’
i was thuggin’ on the corner with my n-ggas, came from nothin’
f-ck these b-tches, i don’t trust ’em, i’m a dog, f-ck her cousin
they like, “godd-mn bibby why you still on that block sh-t?”
get you shot quick ’round them n-ggas i don’t rock with
i seen n-ggas turned christian when they feel that hot sh-t
thought you was a savage, now you on that lord watch sh-t
give a f-ck if you box well, i got hot sh-lls
drop ls, pull up back to back and give your block h-ll
pistol whip your kids, i’m a demon, i’ma rot in h-ll
do the time, i will not tell like i’m vondell

[verse 2]
mama always told me that the streets ain’t got no love for you
n-ggas get in jam, start tellin’ on their blood brother
need the type of homies like edai, do a dub for you
n-ggas 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’ k!ll 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 sh-t
f-ck these old n-ggas, they can’t tell me ’bout no street sh-t
love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with
i don’t trust these b-tches, only nina who i sleep with

[interlude]
see you ridin’ ’round flexin’ and sh-t with all them guns, boy. lord knows you got a license for every one of them b-tches. stop flexin’, boy. you ain’t tryna catch nothin’. ayy, ayy

[verse 3]
all these n-ggas ’round card 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 n-gga play with me, he gon’ have to meet his god
and i’m still ridin’ through the hood, grippin’ on the steel
give a f-ck ’bout how you feel, they know why i kept it hard
f-ck 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 cl-ss crackin’ jokes like you chris rock

[outro]
you can’t hang, n-gga, n-gga, you ain’t gang
you can’t hang, hang
you already know, man
boss gang sh-t
gang

- lil bibby lyrics

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