Hang Wit’ lyrics

[Intro]
(Woo)
(Brrrt)
(Woo)
She jus wanna hang wit a n*gga like
(Que Banz!)
(Woo)

[Chorus]
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n*gga like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n*gga like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n*gga like

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
She jus wanna hang with a n*gga
Left the baby in the house without a babysitter like woah
Seen her in the club, gave her a little hug
She got mad cuz I ain't wanna kiss her like no!
Shawty annoying I'm bout curve her
Oh she be stressing a n*gga like
Its 5 in the morning I'm laid up with wifey
Shawty be texting a n*gga like
I ain't never tried to cuff her yea I said I love her but that was during sex my n*gga like
She be like you lie, you lied , sounding like flex my n*gga 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 cuz I like threesomes
Baby girl know what a n*gga like
Telling me to call a girl over she jus wanna see who I'm f*cking so she can start a fight like
She tried to gas me
She not that nasty
She be tryna outsmart a n*gga like
Told her call her bff over so I can bend her over and
She can join in whenever she like
(Woah)
[Chorus]
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n*gga like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n*gga like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n*gga like

[Verse 2: Chanti McCoy]
[?]

[Chorus]
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n*gga
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n*gga like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n*gga like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n*gga like

[Verse 3: Que Banz]
My n*gga [?]
She jus want perkys and zans
See the money was part of the plan
Caught me a lick off a scam
Free all my n*ggas 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 im whipping them gram
(yea woah wait whip it)
Im tryna stretch me a bag
Pour me a six of that drank
Try and come down and I can't
Theses n*ggas mad and they hate
We move that loud by the plate
I am so high I might faint