You Ain't Gang Lyrics - Singles - Lil Bibby

Hey 

Why they hatin' on a youngin'? 

Said why they hatin' on a youngin'? 

Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

Nigga you can't hang, you can't hang, hang 

You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin' 

In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm drummin' 

I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas, came from nothin' 

Fuck these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin 

They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block shit?" 

Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't rock with 

I seen niggas turned Christian when they feel that hot shit 

Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch shit 

Give a fuck 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'ma rot in Hell 

Do the time, I will not tell like I'm Vondell 

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Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

Nigga 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 shit 

Fuck these old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street shit 

Love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with 

I don't trust these bitches, only Nina who I sleep with 

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Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

Nigga 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 shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for every one of them bitches. 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 nigga play with me, he gon' have to meet his god 

And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the steel 

Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it hard 

Fuck 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 

Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang 

Nigga 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, nigga, nigga, you ain't gang 

You can't hang, hang 

You already know, man 

Boss gang shit 

Gang