
Hang Out Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Memo600
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[Intro]
My nigga Deltah in the pots
OTF
Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'
[Verse 1: Memo600]
Bitch, I'm street, real, and I keep my steel
'Cause niggas tryna kill since I signed that deal
They won't address me
Pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
12 get on this car, bitch, I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
They won't arrest me
Uh, I get loco with this 40
Shoot a fuck nigga brain, eh
He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
Fuck nigga he a stain (Stain)
Fuck nigga he get banged (Banged)
Reach for my chain (Chain)
[Chorus: Memo600, Doodie Lo]
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a ho
Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh)
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the P's for the low (Low)
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch, my chain, it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this bitch)
My nigga Deltah in the pots
OTF
Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'
[Verse 1: Memo600]
Bitch, I'm street, real, and I keep my steel
'Cause niggas tryna kill since I signed that deal
They won't address me
Pull up on they block with all these Glocks and it get messy
12 get on this car, bitch, I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
They won't arrest me
Uh, I get loco with this 40
Shoot a fuck nigga brain, eh
He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
Fuck nigga he a stain (Stain)
Fuck nigga he get banged (Banged)
Reach for my chain (Chain)
[Chorus: Memo600, Doodie Lo]
He can't hang out, he a lame, he a ho
Hide the bread from my bro, he pillow talkin' to these hoes (Uh-uh)
Tuck your chain now 'cause my shawty, he on go
In the trenches pourin' 4's, smokin' sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, got the P's for the low (Low)
Jewelry bling-blaow, bitch, my chain, it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this bitch)
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