Bit W The Fangs Lyrics
[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
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 undеr (Under)
I was just whippin' in some shit that you tried to rеnt, but I motherf*ckin' own one
[Verse 1: Gunna]
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 motherf*ckin' hypocrite (Cap)
Bob the Builder, we passed up the Dillingers (Yeah)
Red the Lambo, went right to the dealership (Skrrt)
She go H.A.M. with that mouth and them pretty lips (Mouth)
She's a clown, but I still let her handle that
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
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)
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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 motherf*ckin' own one
[Verse 2: Nechie]
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)
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