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smokingskul – hang lyrics

[verse 1: smokingskul & osamason]
d+mn, i got that chicken, gus fring
i don’t use a bat, n+gga, i ain’t steve
how you a shooter on elden ring
chop gon’ sing
what you gon’ do like king
he think he fly, n+gga, then we shoot his wings
i feel like lil wayne wit’ the bling bling (what?)
told my bro “open the backdoor,” yuh
knock off his lid, why you cap for, yuh
i keep a jake like the raptor, yuh
n+ggas be cappin, they actors, yuh (you not gang)
i’m finna bl!ck, but i ain’t gon’ tang
she gon’ blow like big bang
i’m gon skrt off in the ‘stang
you want the (n)ine or you want the ‘lang? (go)

[verse 2: osamason & 1oneam]
you want the nod, or you want the nic?
i got ten freak hoes tryna eat d+ck
i up the glock, better not flinch
cause this b+tch got a glitch
i’m in a nascar, tryna get lit
d+mn, i almost flipped that whip
i told twinem we finna get rich
i told uno go add a nеw clip
finna go walk down on a n+gga block like “this my block now,” yeah
up this b+tch, how the glock sound
7.62, n+gga nеver seen a trap round
i can make your whole gang groovy, in this b+tch tryna shoot a movie
fan ass hoe let me sign her b00bies
i can’t lose, get hit with a two piece (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: 1oneam & okaymar]
i see the feds, n+gga i book it, yuh
that’s your pack, we took it, yuh
i’m the vet, you rookie, yuh
that boy [?] want a cookie, ha
yeah, i’m sippin’ on muddy, yuh
i want the cheese, want the money (money)
cut that b+tch, she acting funny (yuh)
wrist gon’ blind like wow (wow)
n+ggas, they copy the style
n+ggas, they pockets is foul, ay
juggin’ sh+t like ha
juggin sh+t like what (what)
gas pen light up (ha)
smoke gas light up (yuh)
talk wild, fyed up (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: okaymar]
i’m off that mud
she wanna f+ck, stupid lil b+tch can’t get a buck
i’m off the gas, boy i’m high as f+ck
caught him at the drive+thru, he f+cked
glock on my hip and it’s stuck
with the gang, b+tch we goin’ up
goin’ up, b+tch i’m gettin’ bread
she want me cuff but that sh+t dead (it’s dead)
ride around with one in the head
i slide on that b+tch like a sled
big chops, watch where you tread
i mix the yellow with the red
with yo’ b+tch f+ckin’ in yo’ bed
these boys on the ‘gram, act like feds
see 12, then i jump the fence
glock on me, keep it for defense
said i’m broke, b+tch make no sense
said i’m broke, b+tch, are you dumb?
pockets fat, b+tch, like a thumb
that hoe finna give me gum
b+tch i’m him, b+tch i’m the one
glock on my hip, ion do no link chain
[verse 5: ohsxnta]
yuh, glock on me, no fighting
diamonds bitin like mike tyson
boy, i think my swag a virus
she wan’ f+ck on me in private
i got three hoes all up on me
now they looking like some trident
boy get folded like a wallet
b+tch, my brother like “on gang”
b+tch, my brothers like my blood
she wan’ f+ck me cause my neck
with yo’ hoe, i go balenci
then i mix it with the vet’
i ain’t squashin’ sh+t, dead it
these lil’ boys forgot my credit
blew a bag then forget it
need the green, need the lettuce, yuh, yuh

[verse 6: wildkarduno]
b+tch, i call the young n+ggas, they come get on yo’ ass, n+gga
on the eastside, you can’t come to this block if you don’t got a pass, n+gga, on gang
threaded barrel on this glock and that b+tch got a flash, n+gga (on god)
me and my patna’, n+gga, we locked in, n+gga, from the get+go
how the f+ck you say you a trap n+gga, you post at the citgo, yuh
broke ass n+gga get no plays
free santa i hope that n+gga better days
16 years old, i got f+ckin’ tased
i was f+cked up, and i got f+ckin’ saved, on gang
come to texas with the arp
got the drop, we find out where that n+gga be, yuh
come to fort worth, n+gga f+ck that tree, n+gga
and i got that 56, they said they gon’ spin on me
we got arp and you know i got the gen on me, n+gga, yuh
b+tch, f+ck n+gga (on god)

- smokingskul lyrics

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