Uncle Murda
Hang Wit’

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

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

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
She jus wanna hang with a n***a
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***a like
Its 5 in the morning I'm laid up with wifey
Shawty be texting a n***a like
I ain't never tried to cuff her yea I said I love her but that was during sex my n***a like
She be like you lie, you lied , sounding like flex my n***a 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***a 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 n***a like
Told her call her bff over so I can bend her over and
She can join in whenever she like
(Woah)
[Chorus: Que Banz]
She just wanna hang with a n***a
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n***a
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n***a like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n***a like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n***a like

[Verse 2: Chanti McCoy]
He don't wanna hang with a chick, 'cause he took me out to eat and I ain't let him hit like no
Jumped in his car, he asked me to give him head and I told the n***a suck his own dick like whoa
He not too happy, he getting aggy
I can see he about to dead a bitch
Told me get out his car, I was like cool, n***a, I've been kicked out of better shit
Got an Uber on deck, I ain't even upset
My n***a, good looking for the food, though
Mad he ain't hit, probably got a little dick and he probably like fingers in his booty hole
Used to live with his grandma, heard he a scammer
He ain't put no work in on these streets
Got chased out of New York, now he in Atlanta
Acting like he the new Big Meech
I don't wanna hang around, you real n***as clowns, you should sign up for the cirkis, like
When you took me out to eat, I ordered the most expencive shit they had on perpis, like
[Chorus: Que Banz]
She just wanna hang with a n***a
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n***a
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n***a like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n***a like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n***a like

[Verse 3: Que Banz]
My n***a [?]
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***as 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***as mad and they hate
We move that loud by the plate
I am so high I might faint
[Chorus: Que Banz]
She just wanna hang with a n***a
Said ima call her back, she think I ain't gon' hit her like
She just wanna hang with a n***a
In the club, good smoke, good drank with a n***a like
She up on the gram
She flex for the cash
She jus wanna hang with a n***a like
She think I'm her man, she don't understand
Keep tryna hang with a n***a like