Can’t Hang Baglife Tee & YSR Gramz (Ft. YSR Dee Rich)
"Can’t Hang" by Baglife Tee & YSR Gramz (Ft. YSR Dee Rich), released in 2023, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of resilience, ambition, and the struggle to rise above challenges. The lyrics convey a sense of determination and confidence, with a catchy beat and engaging hooks. Its cultural impact resonates with listeners navigating life's obstacles.
[Verse 1]
Yeah, he can't fuckin' hang
I took my money up to Gary, not no Johnny Dang
I been trappin' in Amiris, not no Balmains
Yeah, and Palm Angels
Please don't try to fuck with Dee Rich, he might try to hang you
Please don't try to act like you rich, 'cause I'll fuckin' shame you
Put my gun down and take a switch, boy, I'll spank you
Brodie doin' tricks with the powder, I think he Criss Angels
[Verse 2]
No, you can't hit my 'Wood, nigga, this a facial
She ain't really wanna fuck you, nigga, you a rapist
Rain a hundred shots on you like we up in April
No, I don't watch TV, I ain't got no cable
Chase a nigga down with this gun, no, I'm not Jason
These some nice-ass jeans, no, they not Wranglers
[Verse 3]
Walk him down with the K or I could hit him with the Glock
This a hundred-dollar eighthy, I ain't thinkin' 'bout the opps
Bro said he sent three, one 'Wood got him high
Nigga, you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you just gettin' by
If it's money on your head, I'ma send it to the sky
Every time a body drop, all my niggas slap five
They used to blame it on DBlack, but the judge gave him a dime
Yeah, he can't fuckin' hang
I took my money up to Gary, not no Johnny Dang
I been trappin' in Amiris, not no Balmains
Yeah, and Palm Angels
Please don't try to fuck with Dee Rich, he might try to hang you
Please don't try to act like you rich, 'cause I'll fuckin' shame you
Put my gun down and take a switch, boy, I'll spank you
Brodie doin' tricks with the powder, I think he Criss Angels
[Verse 2]
No, you can't hit my 'Wood, nigga, this a facial
She ain't really wanna fuck you, nigga, you a rapist
Rain a hundred shots on you like we up in April
No, I don't watch TV, I ain't got no cable
Chase a nigga down with this gun, no, I'm not Jason
These some nice-ass jeans, no, they not Wranglers
[Verse 3]
Walk him down with the K or I could hit him with the Glock
This a hundred-dollar eighthy, I ain't thinkin' 'bout the opps
Bro said he sent three, one 'Wood got him high
Nigga, you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you just gettin' by
If it's money on your head, I'ma send it to the sky
Every time a body drop, all my niggas slap five
They used to blame it on DBlack, but the judge gave him a dime
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