Can’t Hang With Me

You can’t hang with me
You  can’t hang with me
You  can’t hang with me
No
You can’t bang with me
No

You  can’t hang with me
You can’t hang with me
You  can’t hang with me
No
You can’t bang with me
No

Automatic  guns
50 round drums
No drive bys
We do walk ups
Where I’m from

Fuck creepin
We get bodies
We get some
Head shot
Just to make sure
That it’s done

Back shot
Mean that coward
Tried to run

Bro hit me
Said he just got
In a ton

Put that arm down
And get back
To them punks

My peep a lot
And tell
Said they need some

It’s a bet
I make a grand
On each one
I got stupid cars
Said they gonna
Pack some
And all them eagles know
I get the job done

I’ll snatch you from your people
Better watch them come
Or you can get killed
If I hear you come
That gangsta said
Fight it
I’m a real gun

All day long
Trying to catch me some
If you ain’t about that asking
Where you come from?

Hey If you ain’t selling facts
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t about that ass
Then you can’t hang with me
If you won’t snatch a body
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t from R60
You can’t bang with me

If you ain’t selling facts
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t about that ass
You can’t hang with me
If you won’t snatch a body
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t from R60
You can’t bang with me

Cumber sax romeos
Hold my feet
Don’t you niggas know?
I’m a BG
West side ends
Where the good die young
We don’t bite our tongue
Ask us where we from
You gonna get a whole lot of this
A whole lot of that
Get stupid you gonna hear
Toot toot (gunfire)

A whole lotta claps
I’m from the concrete jungle
I won’t fit it or fumble
You can’t afford to stumble
If anything I’m gonna gun you
And have my young niggas run you
And you gonna wish you was dead
They gonna hit you with lead
Probably sever your head
Dump your bitch in a bed
Shoot your kids in the legs
They gonna find you
On the floor shot
Six to the head

I fuck with nothing
But bangers
All them niggas
Is dangerous
We don’t fuck with strangers
Look my city is famous
I’m from Compton
And I’m stomping
I’m the apple that was rotten
Cause I’m hood
Luck is popping
Everybody dropping

Hey If you ain’t selling facts
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t about that ass
Then you can’t hang with me
If you won’t snatch a body
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t from R60
You can’t bang with me

If you ain’t selling facts
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t about that ass
You can’t hang with me
If you won’t snatch a body
You can’t hang with me
If you ain’t from R60
You can’t bang with me