"Hang Out" lyrics
Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600 Lyrics
My nigga Deltah in the pots
OTF
Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'
[Memo600:]
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 their 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 shorty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4s, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the Ps 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
[Doodie Lo:]
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 killers, they're 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)
[Memo600:]
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 shorty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4s, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the Ps 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
OTF
Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'
[Memo600:]
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 their 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 shorty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4s, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the Ps 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
[Doodie Lo:]
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 killers, they're 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)
[Memo600:]
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 shorty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4s, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the Ps 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
