Preme – Can’t Hang (feat. Partynextdoor)

I got plans, and I’m tryna fix things for you, baby
I’m your man and I’m tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
Don’t come thru if you can’t
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Your homies think I’m talking, well, they made the right assumption, yeah
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I dropped a ‘hunnid up on a watch, it’s a fortune
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Say you ain’t no side chick
You a bad bitch
We on the same thang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
They can’t catch me, coupe don’t got no backseat
[Verse 2: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Only worried ’bout your life ’cause they ain’t got one, yeah

I’m hoping that you’ll pull up to the function
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
[Verse 3: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
You say all your niggas gang bang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
You more like a side kick
We ain’t gotta smoke when I’m textin’ you the best, baby
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
I’m the plug like the aux cord in the tax

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang

Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I’m on my last
I’m the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang

Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough