Hang Out lyrics

[Intro]
My n*gga Deltah in the pots
OTF
Wraith in these streets and it ain't safe no mo'

[Verse 1: Memo600]
b*tch, I'm street, real, and I keep my steel
'Cause n*ggas 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, b*tch, I'ma stretch out, they won't catch me
They won't arrest me
Uh, I get loco with this 40
Shoot a f*ck n*gga brain, eh
He can't hang out, he ain't gang, how?
f*ck n*gga he a stain (Stain)
f*ck n*gga 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, b*tch, my chain, it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go (Gang, Doodie in this b*tch)
[Verse 2: Doodie Lo]
You can't hang with me if you ain't never caught a body
I was trappin' since a youngin', gettin' money was a hobby (Let's get it)
Lil' bro just got a stick with a glizzy, it got a switch on it (Gah)
Put some money on your head and them killas, they gonna sit on you
f*ck n*gga ain't got sh*t on me
f*ck you, and your big homie
Never lackin', keep them sticks on me
Your brother grave, I'll spit on it
He can't hang around, he a fan, he ain't gang
Get the f*ck from 'round me, you a pus*y, you a stain (Gang)

[Chorus: Memo600]
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, b*tch, my chain, it'll glow
Think I'm a lame, I'ma blow and my youngins on go