Can't Hang

[Intro] Crazy Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy, brr [Verse 1] Knocking gas Smoking in the VIP Pull up in that 'Rarri, uh, that's my brand new whip And I got some purple on me, fuck it, take a sip Fucking on that thotty, yea, that's my new bitch I got cash, why that bitch she call my phone? She tryna get lit, she not tryna go home I know that bitch tired of me, ain't getting what she want I ain't tryna talk no more, I'm tired of these hoes I just put designer on my body, diamonds on my body Littest in the room I know they fiendin' for somebody They like how I get this bread, it's 'cause I act like I don't got it Used to be a trench baby, vibin' in the privates Bitch so bad I can't fuckin' keep my eyеs closed Diamonds on me shatterеd, looking like a broken iPhone I'm just sayin', I'm just a little rich what do I know? Said I won't get geeked, but I might though Yea, I went out the side door Got my cash and it's final I'm gon' rock, rhino Her pussy wet, fye tho And she want green Shawty said she fucking with the links Got my fuckin' twinny tizzy We go all off at Louis V, V [Chorus] Yea I'm wit' gang We call it money see amount we do not fuck with no lame I'm with the- I want my pockets still back then we never could really could hang Now we just run in the spot and we run it and we breakin' the biggity bank I'm in the back of the Lambo truck, thickity thotty she giving me brain I'm pourin' me up some lean and I pop me a perc' and it run in my vein She gon' give me brain Bitch I'm sorry, I don't know your name Bitch I got my bag up, but I never changed [Verse 2] Bitch I'm back and I'm glad you niggas waited on me Before I made this shit, I fucked a bitch to this beat Before I popped this tag, I spent like 50 at least Before I go broke, I'll make it back by the week And I'm with bro Hangin' with some Glocks and we gon' blow She start takin' pics she gotta go Pretty young nigga I don't brag about no hoes Yes this is the life that yea I chose Breaking get this bag and by the low Niggas tried to say I sold my soul This shit don't seem real, I know This shit don't seem real, but- I, throw a lot of bands up in the sky Hop up in the foreign then we slide I might doze off in the lamb' I'm so high Slide up on the opps, then high-five [Chorus] Yea I'm wit' gang We call it money see amount we do not fuck with no lame I'm with the- I want my pockets still back then we never could really could hang Now we just run in the spot and we run it and we breakin' the biggity bank I'm in the back of the Lambo truck, thickity thotty she giving me brain I'm pourin' me up some lean and I pop me a perc' and it run in my vein She gon' give me brain Bitch I'm sorry, I don't know your name Bitch I got my bag up, but I never changed