Hang Wit - Uncle Murda, Chanti McCoy, Que Banz

She just wanna hang with a nigga

Said ima call her back, she think I ain’t gon' hit her like

She just wanna hang with a nigga

In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like

She up on the gram

She flex for the cash

She jus wanna hang with a nigga like

She think I’m her man, she don’t understand

Keep tryna hang with a nigga like

She jus wanna hang with a nigga

Left the baby in the house without a babysitter like woah

Seen her in the club, gave her a little hug

She got mad cause I ain’t wanna kiss her like no!

Shawty annoying I’m bout curve her

Oh she be stressing a nigga like

Its 5 in the morning I’m laid up with wifey

Shawty be texting a nigga like

I ain’t never tried to cuff her yea I said I love her but that was during sex

my nigga like

She be like you lie, you lied, sounding like flex my nigga like

She all on the gram all on the snap chill baby girl you gon make it hot

I bought her a bag I’m talking Chanel

Yea the same one young thug got

She talking bout a threesome cause I like threesomes

Baby girl know what a nigga like

Telling me to call a girl over she jus wanna see who I’m fucking so she can

start a fight like

She tried to gas me

She not that nasty

She be tryna outsmart a nigga like

Told her call her bff over so I can bend her over and

She can join in whenever she like

(Woah)

She just wanna hang with a nigga

Said ima call her back, she think I ain’t gon' hit her like

She just wanna hang with a nigga

In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like

She up on the gram

She flex for the cash

She jus wanna hang with a nigga like

She think I’m her man, she don’t understand

Keep tryna hang with a nigga like

She just wanna hang with a nigga

Said ima call her back, she think I ain’t gon' hit her like

She just wanna hang with a nigga

In the club, good smoke, good drank with a nigga like

She up on the gram

She flex for the cash

She jus wanna hang with a nigga like

She think I’m her man, she don’t understand

Keep tryna hang with a nigga like

My nigga

She jus want perkys and zans

See the money was part of the plan

Caught me a lick off a scam

Free all my niggas upstate in them gates

Them they got burned in a jam

Don’t care bout surveillance

Play tough on the footage

Know why so they shot on the cam

In the kitchen I’m whipping them gram

(Yea woah wait whip it)

I’m tryna stretch me a bag

Pour me a six of that drank

Try and come down and I can’t

Theses niggas mad and they hate

We move that loud by the plate

I am so high I might faint