Hangin' Songtext
von YGTUT

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Lord, came back on them drugs
I swear that there ain't no convincing him
Jerry, you his cousin, when you see him talk some sense in him
He did so much wrong I swear that there ain't no convicting him
Supposed to pick up the picture of a saint, but that shit fake
I swear that I'mma catch a stroke before I trip about a bitch again
My shaw hit my line, she thinks I'm skeezin' on this bitch again
Riding slow with no L's while I'm ducking the law
The police out here catching bodies like a fucking trust fall


They say, "ain't your dad a preacher?
What you doing smoking reefer?
Hanging out with the thugs and G's"
I could've been preacher, but I'm rapping
He said, "Nigga, while you at it
Tell me what could you for the fifteen?"
See, I'm just with my niggas, hangin'
Hangin' out with the thugs and G's
I'll be right here posted hanging
I'll be right where I'm supposed to be

(All you do is smoke weed)
Smoke weed every day
Get high, get high, get high
(That's alright
Don't worry about what the fuck I be doing)
Get high, get high


All I really got is a dollar and a dream
But I spend that dollar on Arizona tea
I f you got the [?] from marijuana seeds
Maybe you can achieve bigger things in the league
I'm tryna ball like Kobe and make it out this trap
Ain't tryna take no naps, ain't tryna get no daps
Ain't tryna be no friends that won't buy no Benz
You grow and get your shit together
That's why a nigga had to get his shit together
Now I've been begging on this rap shit
That's why I feel like the shit took forever
I got dreams of loving, but selling Molly ain't the way
You know just a summer ago I had [?] Porsche for me each day
Damn, what an asshole, but I still got the gas though
Sold my first pack with Lando, we were too much to handle
Keep the Pac-Man like Pac-Man Johnson
Pack my johnson off of your bitch and I do it so slick
And then I change my life