Izaya Tiji - Hanging lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Hanging lyrics]
You gon' need a rope if
You wanna hang with us (Slatt)
Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far
I got these racks on me
I ain't talkin' one
Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up
Bae 'gon put that ass on me
And she slime me up (Slime)
Steady speakin' facts on me, always lying
Yeah (Facts, slime)
Got a c ouple chefs with me
They gon' fry you up
Kel Tec with me lil' boy
You'll be checkin' for your mama
Sent some shooters with you, hangin'
That lil' pack it, never fumble
In a big city Jeep with I look like Llama
Came with these Zz's
I ain't fuckin' with that drama
They wan' E-N-D me
'cause I got a money problеm
I'm gon' leave that bitch on DND
Got communication problems
Nah thеy ain't fuckin' with me
I had to bang, then leave 'em up
Smokin' on skunk to the face
It leave me on geek
We in your condo, don't need a key
Yeah, I'm goin' too cray-cray
I need to cool down (yeah)
We slide with that drac'-drac'
Now it's hot now
(With that drac'-drac' slide)
She gon' give me face, let her walk now
(Walk, walk, walk)
Yeah, I kicked the cup but I
Sip when I'm with Jozizzy (Okay)
SRT Jeep yeah, pushin' like a damn semi
(Skrt) he a mothafuckin' joke
Yeah he is a damn gimmick
She know she gon' get poked if
She just listened to me
You gon' need a rope if
You wanna hang with us
If I cannot call you my brudda'
You can't bang with us
In a AMG with Zay, yeah he a lane switcher
Reversed
Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far
I got these racks on me
I ain't talkin' one
Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up
'Gon put that ass on me, and she slime me up
(Slime)
Speakin' facts on me, always lying, yeah
(Facts, slime)
Couple chefs with me, they gon' fry you up
You wanna hang with us (Slatt)
Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far
I got these racks on me
I ain't talkin' one
Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up
Bae 'gon put that ass on me
And she slime me up (Slime)
Steady speakin' facts on me, always lying
Yeah (Facts, slime)
Got a c ouple chefs with me
They gon' fry you up
Kel Tec with me lil' boy
You'll be checkin' for your mama
Sent some shooters with you, hangin'
That lil' pack it, never fumble
In a big city Jeep with I look like Llama
Came with these Zz's
I ain't fuckin' with that drama
They wan' E-N-D me
'cause I got a money problеm
I'm gon' leave that bitch on DND
Got communication problems
Nah thеy ain't fuckin' with me
I had to bang, then leave 'em up
Smokin' on skunk to the face
It leave me on geek
We in your condo, don't need a key
Yeah, I'm goin' too cray-cray
I need to cool down (yeah)
We slide with that drac'-drac'
Now it's hot now
(With that drac'-drac' slide)
She gon' give me face, let her walk now
(Walk, walk, walk)
Yeah, I kicked the cup but I
Sip when I'm with Jozizzy (Okay)
SRT Jeep yeah, pushin' like a damn semi
(Skrt) he a mothafuckin' joke
Yeah he is a damn gimmick
She know she gon' get poked if
She just listened to me
You gon' need a rope if
You wanna hang with us
If I cannot call you my brudda'
You can't bang with us
In a AMG with Zay, yeah he a lane switcher
Reversed
Bands on me, I ain't fallin' far
I got these racks on me
I ain't talkin' one
Put a bag on me, I'm gon light 'em up
'Gon put that ass on me, and she slime me up
(Slime)
Speakin' facts on me, always lying, yeah
(Facts, slime)
Couple chefs with me, they gon' fry you up