Bit W The Fangs
Gunna, CEO Trayle, Nechie
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(Stribb on the beat) Yeah, this bitch gon' get bit with the fangs (fangs) She say I got too many chains (I got too many chains) Once you cross me, no need to explain (explain) Hope you keep all that energy same (all that energy same) Uh, Wunna with me, no need to explain (nigga, Wunna) Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah) Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get hit) I'm tryna adjust to the fame (adjust), ayy, but I can't Ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank Ayy, she suck this crown, I'ma skeet on her face What you think 'bout these bitches, GunWunna? Yeah I tried to front him some bags, but he didn't bring 'em back So the business went under (under) I was just whippin' in some shit that you tried to rent But I motherfuckin' own one I been gettin' sick of these niggas keep walkin' up Askin', "Big bro, can I hold somethin'?" (Sick of these niggas) I just been hittin' these lil' bitty bitches Then get out of there like I stole somethin' (get out of there) You know GunWunna, he a one of one For last Christmas, I got a rose golden (rose golden) That's my lil' shawty, let her hit the 'Scotti She say, "Ooh, boy, you got some strong arms" (shit) She diggin' my pimpin', pull up, handle business You could be my friend with the benefits (benefits) You said it was cap, but you turn around Did the same thing, you a motherfuckin' hypocrite (cap) Bob the builder, we passed up the Dillinger's (yeah) Red the Lambo', went right to the dealership (skrrt) She go ham with that mouth and them pretty lips (mouth) She's a clown, but I still let her handle that Yeah, this bitch gon' get bit with the fangs (fangs) She say I got too many chains (I got too many chains) Once you cross me, no need to explain (explain) Hope you keep all that energy same (all that energy same) Uh, Wunna with me, no need to explain (nigga, Wunna) Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah) Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get hit) I'm tryna adjust to the fame (adjust), ayy, but I can't Ayy, just touched down and we need all the drank Ayy, she suck this crown, I'ma skeet on her face What you think 'bout these bitches, GunWunna? Yeah I tried to front him some bags, but he didn't bring 'em back So the business went under (under) I was just whippin' in some shit that you tried to rent But I motherfuckin' own one Watch how we pull up and shoot (spray it) Sucker niggas, yeah, we got 'em on mute (got 'em on mute) Yeah, if you 'bout it, catch a body (catch a body) Got some niggas who kill for a hobby (yeah) F*ck a chain, nigga, we take names (yeah) F*ck around, paint your wall with your brain (yeah) If it's beef, we killin' everything Nigga, close to your name, think it's a game, yeah Niggas, they know what I'm on (yeah) Pop shit, rock shit, yeah (niggas, they know) Niggas, they know what we doin' Steppin' on opp shit (yeah), yeah All of my opps in the ground (yeah) You can play with this, doubt that your body get found (yeah) Leave that boy right in the mountains (yeah) Booka Loc' hit that boy, knock his ass to the ground Late night, talkin' my shit, C4 on one (yeah) Baby, we sent your boyfriend on a store run (yeah) Tell him to bring back some ice, I don't owe nothin' (the ice) I get to flippin' through channels and seein' my face Why you hatin', lil' pussy? Just let me be great She see YSL postin' pictures with Trayle Now she textin' my phone talkin' 'bout, "baby, I'm late" Yeah, bitch, you late to this meeting Fucked you at a hotel, not on my Tempur-Pedic Plus I wrapped up the Jimmy, you seen me, bitch, beat it I knew you was fuckin' for Zelle transactions I just listen to Thugger to make up my caption Ho, you know C4, he be rappin', yeah Did he catch a body? Does anyone know? Why he say big backdoor? Is he cappin'? Is that the same one from the store with the baggies? (From the store) They thought I wouldn't grow 'cause I don't know who my dad is (I don't know) Fill up the pillowcase with all the soap Then go knock off his top, nigga, there it is And the perky my sedative (sedative) But me and my son gettin' a better crib (gettin' a better crib) I bet an arm and a leg you won't do shit to me Pussy nigga, I bet a rib (I swear) Okay, first, you go pop the seal (pop the seal) Then you gon' exotic pop it the best for real (exotic pop) I'm happy 'bout what it is (what it is) Just because that mean Thugger and Gunna, they know the real (they know the truth) I didn't take a dirty deal (dirty deal) I will not sell my soul, rather go back to thirty pills (not never) Thirty-four thousand lil' Instagram followers But forty thousand views on a reel (forty thousand views) I wonder how mama feel (mama) Naw, f*ck that, I wonder how baby four gonna feel (my baby) I used to be right in the trenches with Four-Nick and Pluto (skrrt) We lookin' for somethin' to kill I was with hot, posted Summerhill (Summerhill) The coppers gon' cop, but we got a deal Look me straight in my eye, say you outta here (straight in my eye) Got the bricks, but don't ask how we got 'em here (don't ask how we got 'em)
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Written by: Bryan Stribling, Ceron Robert Lee, Justin Trayle Bell, Ruben Luntungan, Sergio Kitchens
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