CEO Trayle, Gunna, Nechie - Bit W The Fangs lyrics

(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 undеr (Under)
I was just whippin' in some shit
That you tried to rеnt
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 benefit's
(Benefit's) 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 Dillingers
(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)
Fuck a chain, nigga, we take names (yeah)
Fuck 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, fuck that
I wonder how Baby 4 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)