Da$H, V Don - Fangs lyrics
[Da$H, V Don - Fangs lyrics]
Turn this motherfucker up, damn
Bitch hit me, said that she hate me, shit
Went 'head and got me a plate, huh
Broke it down, made me a play, shit
Pack, it came in from LA, fuck
Thotty, she came from the Bay, huh
Now I went down on the yams, yeah
Ocean Ave, smokin' on gas, yeah
Fuck on that bitch from the 'gram, huh
Swear that this shit ain't no fable, huh
'Member days I ain't have cable, fuck
'Member days daddy was different, shit
Then I went out, started pitchin', yeah
Now I'm rappin' for the digit's, huh
Yeah, I made it all happen, huh
Real niggas all in my faction, yeah
Niggas start yappin', we clappin', huh
Bring me that, OG
That gushy, that sticky pack
Told that young bitch she was workin' it
So I put her on a Percocet
On the same drugs that the surgeons get
Type to pop out with a KelTec
Tacchini on, with a couple racks
A couple foreigns and a fuckin' pack
I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Baby girl, know I'm with the gang
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Baby girl, you know I'm with the gang
Know that I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Not religious where we from (Hell nah)
But we pray to Saint Laurent (We gon' pray)
The blessings with the garments from
The carnage in the war
Is you motherfuckin' dumb? What's
Mines was never yours
They hit the blunt and plot more
Ain't really with the back and forth
He hit the trigger, drop four
Ball up my fist and knock yours
I had to get my rocks off
It was three-some in the morn'
I make 'em lick it, lockjaws
Sensitive, they twat sore acid rain downpour
They prayin' on my downfall
But they don't know that I'm God
I love when my targets run, it's more fun
My diamonds shinin', tiny redrum
Clockwork, my Glock work, squirt
Let the gun rip serve plays
I'm all ready to put in this work
Blue steel, retro cap, Fred Durst
Live like a pimp, bury you in red dirt
You think I'm bad? Nigga, my set worse
The grimiest neck work, blade at your jugular
Knife in neck work, hecklers get curses
And hex words, flip with death
I'm tongue kissin' the Tec
I turn water to acid
Turn your son to a bastard
S-s-s-s-sellin' yams
Suck my dick, you bastard ass
Bitch ass nigga
I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Baby girl, know I'm with the gang
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Baby girl, you know I'm with the gang
Know that I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Uh, yeah, yeah
Bitch hit me, said that she hate me, shit
Went 'head and got me a plate, huh
Broke it down, made me a play, shit
Pack, it came in from LA, fuck
Thotty, she came from the Bay, huh
Now I went down on the yams, yeah
Ocean Ave, smokin' on gas, yeah
Fuck on that bitch from the 'gram, huh
Swear that this shit ain't no fable, huh
'Member days I ain't have cable, fuck
'Member days daddy was different, shit
Then I went out, started pitchin', yeah
Now I'm rappin' for the digit's, huh
Yeah, I made it all happen, huh
Real niggas all in my faction, yeah
Niggas start yappin', we clappin', huh
Bring me that, OG
That gushy, that sticky pack
Told that young bitch she was workin' it
So I put her on a Percocet
On the same drugs that the surgeons get
Type to pop out with a KelTec
Tacchini on, with a couple racks
A couple foreigns and a fuckin' pack
I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Baby girl, know I'm with the gang
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Baby girl, you know I'm with the gang
Know that I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Not religious where we from (Hell nah)
But we pray to Saint Laurent (We gon' pray)
The blessings with the garments from
The carnage in the war
Is you motherfuckin' dumb? What's
Mines was never yours
They hit the blunt and plot more
Ain't really with the back and forth
He hit the trigger, drop four
Ball up my fist and knock yours
I had to get my rocks off
It was three-some in the morn'
I make 'em lick it, lockjaws
Sensitive, they twat sore acid rain downpour
They prayin' on my downfall
But they don't know that I'm God
I love when my targets run, it's more fun
My diamonds shinin', tiny redrum
Clockwork, my Glock work, squirt
Let the gun rip serve plays
I'm all ready to put in this work
Blue steel, retro cap, Fred Durst
Live like a pimp, bury you in red dirt
You think I'm bad? Nigga, my set worse
The grimiest neck work, blade at your jugular
Knife in neck work, hecklers get curses
And hex words, flip with death
I'm tongue kissin' the Tec
I turn water to acid
Turn your son to a bastard
S-s-s-s-sellin' yams
Suck my dick, you bastard ass
Bitch ass nigga
I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Baby girl, know I'm with the gang
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Baby girl, you know I'm with the gang
Know that I'm a wolf, you don't see the fangs
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Screamin' out, "Fuck what you claim"
Uh, yeah, yeah