Lil Bibby - You Ain't Gang lyrics

[Intro] Hey Why they hatin' on a youngin'? Said why they hatin' on a youngin'? [Hook] n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang n***a you can't hang, you can't hang, hang You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang [Verse 1] b**h I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin' In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, b**h I'm drummin' I was thuggin' on the corner with my n***as, came from nothin' f** these b**hes, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, f** her cousin They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block sh**?" Get you shot quick 'round them n***as I don't rock with I seen n***as turned Christian when they feel that hot sh** Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch sh** Give a f** if you box well, I got hot shells Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell Pistol whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell Do the time, I will not tell like I'm Vondell [Hook] n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang n***a you can't hang, you can't hang, hang You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang [Verse 2] Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no love for you n***as get in jam, start tellin' on their blood brother Need the type of homies like Edai, do a dub for you n***as stand around, they ain't workin', they just bloods**ers Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it real with me If it fall down, he gon' be right there to build with me Right back in the field with me, robber, he gon' k** with me And we get into it every week, but he still with me And I'm eatin' steak now, but I'm with that beef sh** f** these old n***as, they can't tell me 'bout no street sh** Love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with I don't trust these b**hes, only Nina who I sleep with [Hook] n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang n***a you can't hang, you can't hang, hang You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang [Interlude] See you ridin' 'round flexin' and sh** with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for every one of them b**hes. Stop flexin', boy. You ain't tryna catch nothin'. Ayy, ayy [Verse 3] All these n***as 'round car crackin', we just call that broad trappin' I was in the field with my youngins, where it's all action I just play my part, goin' hard for the squad If a n***a play with me, he gon' have to meet his god And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the steel Give a f** 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it hard f** the police and the serge' If they ask me 'bout a murder, I just tell 'em I was blind Like my last name was Charles Talkin' way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc White Shawn and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot I was shootin' dice, tryna come up on a big knot You was in the cla** crackin' jokes like you Chris Rock [Hook] n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, n***a you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang n***a you can't hang, you can't hang, hang You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang [Outro] You can't hang, n***a, n***a, you ain't gang You can't hang, hang You already know, man Boss gang sh** Gang