Fang Gang

Lyrics

[Intro: J.K The Rapper] Yeah This something for y'all fuck ass niggas I crawl out the shadows like fucking murder nigga Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Fang life yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Bitch Yeah [Verse 1: J.K The Rapper] 275 to that fang life Imagine what your grave like Tombstone chappy nigga you too hoe to carry Anything you bring here get buried Any bitch I leave you a marry Don't come around here you too scary Baby the reaper gonna get you The reaper gonna get you Hope your homies is with you Hope your homies is with you Pray your homies is with you ? that Klan shit global them local hoes is still bitching Got that monochrome vision Just listen look and you're missing Like missiles lower precision I can tell you old by your lyrics And I don't know hoe niggas And I don't owe no nigga nah Faggots still tripping about Illuminati Should've seen the bitch face when i grabbed her body This ain't no mason shit this the black society And I let satan drive while I'm riding shotty Yeah I'm riding shotty Bitch I'm riding shotty With Jesus on the phone praying I don't catch a body [Hook: J.K The Rapper] 275 to that fang life Bitch imagine what your grave like 275 to that fang life Bitch just imagine what your grave like Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe [Verse 2: Ethelwulf] I'm the wolf gang killer so I know about that fang life Fuck around with me I'll leave your ass on disclosed sights When I had them deals I sold out on the same night I'm out here on the street trying to hustle for my price Bad bitch with me but her attitude nice When I first met her bro we almost had to fight She saw that I was real so she went for the pipe But if you try to touch her she gonna reach for a knife And hell nah bruh, quit acting like it's a drought All this heat I'm dishing out that niggas still on about So fuck a mixtape cause I need some more money All these crackers on my paper they ain't talking about hundreds I'm a scale heavy nigga I don't play about nothing I don't give out information I don't speak about nothing Snitch niggas get the hurt from them niggas who do work Stay your ass on your turf or you might get that ass murked Bitch [Hook: J.K The Rapper]