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prodwithflavor - can't hang lyrics

[pre+chorus]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
i’m in this b+tch
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
m+m+made in heaven
f+ck

[chorus]
i ain’t tell 12 the right nickname
pour up that drank in that big thing
wake yo’ ass up, boy, you can’t hang
take off my shirt, let my nuts hang
get on this b+tch and i spit game
f+ck, f+ck
thought the k5 was a mustang
i ain’t touch the whip the whole ride, my knee on the wheel
talk ’bout that smoke, we put beef on the grill
finesse, get the price low, i get me a deal
ain’t had no za, and you know how that feel
look at my drip, check the barcode, it’s real
n+gga gotta watch out for opp hoes, for real
you ain’t got no fire, you hit the door with a b+tter knife
got me f+cked up, you’d think i’m watchin’ lil’ buddy fight
f+cked up the backwood, just ’causе i ain’t cut it right

[verse]
make sure them racks up, thеn we get buddy right
i beat that wig’, then i treated you harmless
they taxin’ for the drip, they attack my b+roll
they find out my drop, i might wack the peephole
smoke down the pack, now i’m back to zero
came five deep, but they after me though
you can’t trust n0body, can’t even trust yourself
bl!ck in my drawls, i got fire anywhere
i’m smellin’ mid, got the nose for exotic
where the trap at? i don’t know, ’cause it’s private
fire that sh+t up, i’m tryna know if it’s exotic
i don’t give a f+ck if it hot, let me drive it
i ain’t really ask for this sh+t, i just got it
tryna’ fake like he got bl!ck, it’s his wallet
n+gga might tell what he did, he describe it
i ain’t really wiggin’ out too much, i’m vibin’
i won’t show too much, i’m movin’ in silence
i smell the gas, i smell the drug
keep it inside, you can’t show no love
go to my hood, i don’t pop out at the clubs
see some fine sh+t, can i get me a hug?
keep droppin’ hits ’til i’m rich as a muh’
wiggin’ out, i got the stick in the uber truck
why the f+ck you want the smoke with us, stupid f+ck?
everybody know me, now i know that i’m movin’ up
come out the house, catch a play in my slides
lil’ twin disguised, i ain’t think he was wise
i’m tryna get a supreme collab, tryna get me a supreme collab
i just smoke weed, what the f+ck is a dab?
you better watch your own back, you get stabbed
only smoked one blunt, it feel like a half
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
[pre+chorus]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
i’m in this b+tch
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
m+m+made in heaven
f+ck

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