Greyboy, GHOSTXLEE, Leontharchitect - FANGS! Lyrics

Yeah I walk around wit my fangs out
Bitch you talk too much, shut yo damn mouth
Crawling demons all around my own room
Know they gon talk, when I'm gone, who?
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cookin', whippin' in the kitchen
Can't deal wit none of these bitches
Go ahead and wash 'em dishes
Snitches always gettin' stitches
I just heard you fucking dissing
Wanna say it to my face, or are you gon run away?
Look it's greyboy driving down, cherry lane
All you fuckboy suckas all the fucking same
Been a minute since everyone been acting strange
But not me, naw never switched nor changed
1, 2, 3, and 4 I got
5, 6, 7, 8 bitches on my damn phone
Why you talking bad on GHOSTXLEE? Pull up in yo damn home
Heard your homie talking shit, put his life on ringtone
I don't know why mothafucka's (Fucka's)
Wanna talk shit
I've been working on my grind, not stopping this is my shit
Pull up on your team and I put 'em on a news clip
Holy shit, GHOSTXLEE got a ruler clip you fuck bitch
Never thought my life would end this way, bullet to the brain
I go insane
Fuck the fucking fame
Fuck you, fucking lame
Never thought my life would end this way
cooped up in my room with all these toxik bitches
Put a bullet through my fuckin brain
Greyboy run yo shit up like, Akatsuki
Ghostxlee got yo homie talking with a nose bleed
Speaking on my name while I stay stacking bread but bitches don't know know me
I make it rain like my nickname is, pain
All the red I see
Red I see
Feelin' like I'm Sasuke, way I weild my 3 foot blade
Steady lurkin on me shit bitch, then you know I fuckin made
This
Shit
True
But you know it had to
Be
This
Way
I can't hear you talking
Stop with all that yappin', breakin' dough with all my trigger's, mane
Keepin' up with all the work
I put in and I'm steady runnin' to the top
I'm Rollin with my team
I grab dat paper smoke the blunt but you don't even see yourself with 30k streams
Bitch you broke but I'm not hatin'
Live my life with endless cash flow
Bitch I rock the beam but I don't need no grip
I murk that pussy keep it on the low
I keep my layers on me like a muthafuckin' blade
Cut yo neck just like I need a new wave

Yeah I walk around wit my fangs out
Bitch you talk too much, shut yo damn mouth
Crawling demons all around my own room
Know they gon talk, when I'm gone, who?
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cookin', whippin' in the kitchen
Can't deal wit none of these bitches
Go ahead and wash 'em dishes
Snitches always gettin' stitches
I just heard you fucking dissing
Wanna say it to my face, or are you gon run away?
Look it's greyboy driving down, cherry lane
All you fuckboy suckas all the fucking same
Been a minute since everyone been acting strange
But not me, naw never switched nor changed
1, 2, 3, and 4 I got
5, 6, 7, 8 bitches on my damn phone
Why you talking bad on GHOSTXLEE? Pull up in yo damn home
Heard your homie talking shit, put his life on ringtone
I don't know why mothafucka's (Fucka's)
Wanna talk shit
I've been working on my grind, not stopping this is my shit
Pull up on your team and I put 'em on a news clip
Holy shit, GHOSTXLEE got a ruler clip you fuck bitch
Never thought my life would end this way, bullet to the brain
I go insane
Fuck the fucking fame
Fuck you, fucking lame
Never thought my life would end this way
cooped up in my room with all these toxik bitches
Put a bullet through my fuckin brain
Greyboy run yo shit up like, Akatsuki
Ghostxlee got yo homie talking with a nose bleed
Speaking on my name while I stay stacking bread but bitches don't know know me
I make it rain like my nickname is, pain
All the red I see
Red I see
Feelin' like I'm Sasuke, way I weild my 3 foot blade
Steady lurkin on me shit bitch, then you know I fuckin made
This
Shit
True
But you know it had to
Be
This
Way
I can't hear you talking
Stop with all that yappin', breakin' dough with all my trigger's, mane
Keepin' up with all the work
I put in and I'm steady runnin' to the top
I'm Rollin with my team
I grab dat paper smoke the blunt but you don't even see yourself with 30k streams
Bitch you broke but I'm not hatin'
Live my life with endless cash flow
Bitch I rock the beam but I don't need no grip
I murk that pussy keep it on the low
I keep my layers on me like a muthafuckin' blade
Cut yo neck just like I need a new wave