Hangin’ YGTUT

[Verse 1]
Lord, came back on them drugs
I swear that there ain't no convincing him
Jerry, you his cousin, when you see him talk some sense in him
He did so much wrong I swear that there ain't no convicting him
Folks done picked a picture of a saint, but that shit fake
I swear that I'ma catch a stroke before I trip about a bitch again
My shaw hit my line, she thinks I’m skeezin' on this bitch again
Riding slow with no L's while I'm ducking the law
The police out here catching bodies like a fucking trust fall

[Hook]
They say, "ain't your dad a preacher?
What you doing smoking reefer?
Hanging out with the thugs and G's"
I could've been preacher, but I'm rapping
He said, "Nigga, while you at it
Tell me what could you for a fifteen?"
See, I'm just with my niggas, hangin'
Hangin' out with the thugs and G's
I'll be right here posted hangin'
I'll be right where I'm supposed to be

[Interlude]
(All you do is smoke weed)
Smoke weed every day
Get high, get high, get high
(That's alright
Don't worry about what the fuck I be doing)
Get high, get high