"Fangs" lyrics
Aye, I say they hate us like they ain't, like look around, who else do I blame?
Manishewitz got me light-headed, go against the migraine
I popped off, then I slid to icebox when I used to try chains
Warranty when I cop the right rocks, shit'll up the crime rate
You live bait
When I swing this stick them boys gon' migrate
Johnny Kapahala back on board before I try trait
Annihilate, I was toting three rounds through the Tri-State
And I'll never wink before I squeeze you, shooting eye blanks
Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain
I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain
Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes
I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game
I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang
I call my financial advisor, say, "I broke the bank"
They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
And really, it's just me, you, and Johnny Dang
I conceal the fye so good, it's my eternal flame
And you igniting my eternal flame
She gon' drop the top but she got diamond fangs
Aye, I'm 'bouta dump my clip, aye, I'm tryna pop my shit
Aye, I'm getting bread like I'm a Ruben, bust a all-white fit
I might propose with just a watch, like, "Take this off my wrist"
I bought a buttstock with the blackhead, I'm tryna pop my zits
And I might paint the opps scat-red for all the blood they shit
I'm only gon' connect about that cheddar, look at the flick of that wrist, aye
Look at the flick on my kicks, aye
Look at the clip on the blick
Look at the way that I alter the back of the gun and I done created a switch
You'd think I put her in charge of the pub how she be doing the splits
How she be doing the splits, aye, I'm at your low like you scam hookers
I stopped having them street dreams, I couldn't bring my glizzy to camp Woodward
It was just me and that damn Fuller
It was just me and that, aye
I'm in the yo, I'm sharpening all of my knives, I feel like Benny the Butcher
Walk with a limp, I'm too raw, I don't need a cane, we don't be coating with sugar
Slimey ass jit, I'm flossing these big boy diamonds, I just be picking my boogers
I got the whole left side of my body up north
I don't be doing no one footers
I don't be doing no one footers
I don't be doing no one foot
Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain
I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain
Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes
I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game
I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang
I call my financial advisor, say I broke the bank
They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
Manishewitz got me light-headed, go against the migraine
I popped off, then I slid to icebox when I used to try chains
Warranty when I cop the right rocks, shit'll up the crime rate
You live bait
When I swing this stick them boys gon' migrate
Johnny Kapahala back on board before I try trait
Annihilate, I was toting three rounds through the Tri-State
And I'll never wink before I squeeze you, shooting eye blanks
Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain
I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain
Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes
I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game
I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang
I call my financial advisor, say, "I broke the bank"
They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
And really, it's just me, you, and Johnny Dang
I conceal the fye so good, it's my eternal flame
And you igniting my eternal flame
She gon' drop the top but she got diamond fangs
Aye, I'm 'bouta dump my clip, aye, I'm tryna pop my shit
Aye, I'm getting bread like I'm a Ruben, bust a all-white fit
I might propose with just a watch, like, "Take this off my wrist"
I bought a buttstock with the blackhead, I'm tryna pop my zits
And I might paint the opps scat-red for all the blood they shit
I'm only gon' connect about that cheddar, look at the flick of that wrist, aye
Look at the flick on my kicks, aye
Look at the clip on the blick
Look at the way that I alter the back of the gun and I done created a switch
You'd think I put her in charge of the pub how she be doing the splits
How she be doing the splits, aye, I'm at your low like you scam hookers
I stopped having them street dreams, I couldn't bring my glizzy to camp Woodward
It was just me and that damn Fuller
It was just me and that, aye
I'm in the yo, I'm sharpening all of my knives, I feel like Benny the Butcher
Walk with a limp, I'm too raw, I don't need a cane, we don't be coating with sugar
Slimey ass jit, I'm flossing these big boy diamonds, I just be picking my boogers
I got the whole left side of my body up north
I don't be doing no one footers
I don't be doing no one footers
I don't be doing no one foot
Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain
I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain
Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes
I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game
I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang
I call my financial advisor, say I broke the bank
They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame
