You Ain't Gang - Lil Bibby Written by：Brandon Dickinson
Hey
Why they hatin' on a youngin'
Said why they hatin' on a youngin'
Ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Ni**a you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang B**ch I'm an og but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin' In my pockets all hundreds run up on me b**ch I'm drummin' I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas came from nothin' F**k these b**ches I don't trust 'em I'm a dog f**k her cousin They like goddamn bibby why you still on that block sh*t Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't rock with I seen niggas 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**k if you box well I got hot shells Drop ls pull up back to back and give your block hell Pistol whip your kids I'm a demon I'm a rot in hell Do the time I will not tell like I'm vondell
Ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Ni**a you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no love for you Niggas get in jam start tellin' on their blood brother Need the type of homies like edai do a dub for you Niggas 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' kill 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**k these old niggas 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**ches only nina who I sleep with
Ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Ni**a you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
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**ches Stop flexin' boy you ain't tryna catch nothin' ayy ayy
All these niggas 'round car 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 ni**a 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**k 'bout how you feel they know why I kept it hard F**k 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 class crackin' jokes like you chris rock
Ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang You can't hang ni**a you can't hang you ain't gang gang
Ni**a you can't hang you can't hang hang
You can't you can't hang you ain't gang gang
You can't hang ni**a ni**a you ain't gang
You can't hang hang
You already know man
Boss gang sh*t
Gang
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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**ches Stop flexin' boy you ain't tryna catch nothin' ayy ayy
