Fangs For Nothin'
You don't know shit about this
Don't know about Blade on wrist
Don't know about death sweet kiss
I get pleasure from the pain I give
I got my blade strapped on
On
I'ma make it work
I'ma see ya bitch when I'm back home
Home
Dig ya out the dirt
Either way bitch I'ma get some
Some
Swear it don't hurt
Put em in the back when this bitch
Cut his tongue out
If he asking me shit
I'm actually pissed
Go ask kris
I'm actually this
Smile on my face
I'm acting and shit
Next one to cheat
I'm cracking the lip
See my sign in the sky
I'm out
Yeah I dip
I don't even think that she fucking wants me
Okay I'm gone
She would never know me
I get the point
Don't say it again
So much hate
Put it deep within
So much hate
Replace it with nen
This Jajaken
Finna crack his head
Yeah I'ma killa what
Ain't finna say what's up
So I just turn the gon again
Yeah I'm strapped with the hammer
I don't need no cannon
Take him at the picture
I don't need no camera
Niggas talk shit
Not one left standing
If a nigga talk shit
He gon' end up stranded
life can be grim
And you can be mandy
It ain't first degree
Bitch I ain't planned it
Even if a planned it
bitch its fine and dandy
I got a sweet tooth
And it's blood like candy
Don't know about Blade on wrist
Don't know about death sweet kiss
I get pleasure from the pain I give
I got my blade strapped on
On
I'ma make it work
I'ma see ya bitch when I'm back home
Home
Dig ya out the dirt
Either way bitch I'ma get some
Some
Swear it don't hurt
Put em in the back when this bitch
Cut his tongue out
If he asking me shit
I'm actually pissed
Go ask kris
I'm actually this
Smile on my face
I'm acting and shit
Next one to cheat
I'm cracking the lip
See my sign in the sky
I'm out
Yeah I dip
I don't even think that she fucking wants me
Okay I'm gone
She would never know me
I get the point
Don't say it again
So much hate
Put it deep within
So much hate
Replace it with nen
This Jajaken
Finna crack his head
Yeah I'ma killa what
Ain't finna say what's up
So I just turn the gon again
Yeah I'm strapped with the hammer
I don't need no cannon
Take him at the picture
I don't need no camera
Niggas talk shit
Not one left standing
If a nigga talk shit
He gon' end up stranded
life can be grim
And you can be mandy
It ain't first degree
Bitch I ain't planned it
Even if a planned it
bitch its fine and dandy
I got a sweet tooth
And it's blood like candy
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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