[Intro: J.K The Rapper]
Yeah
This something for y'all fuck ass n***as
I crawl out the shadows like fucking murder n***a
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Fang life yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah
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Bitch
Yeah

[Verse 1: J.K The Rapper]
275 to that fang life
Imagine what your grave like
Tombstone chappy n***a you too hoe to carry
Anything you bring here get buried
Any bitch I leave you a marry
Don't come around here you too scary
Baby the reaper gonna get you
The reaper gonna get you
Hope your homies is with you
Hope your homies is with you
Pray your homies is with you
? that Klan shit global them local hoes is still bitching
Got that monochrome vision
Just listen look and you're missing
Like missiles lower precision
I can tell you old by your lyrics
And I don't know hoe n***as
And I don't owe no n***a nah
Faggots still tripping about Illuminati
Should've seen the bitch face when i grabbed her body
This ain't no mason shit this the black society
And I let satan drive while I'm riding shotty
Yeah I'm riding shotty
Bitch I'm riding shotty
With Jesus on the phone praying I don't catch a body
[Hook: J.K The Rapper]
275 to that fang life
Bitch imagine what your grave like
275 to that fang life
Bitch just imagine what your grave like
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe

[Verse 2: Ethelwulf]
I'm the wolf gang killer so I know about that fang life
Fuck around with me I'll leave your ass on disclosed sights
When I had them deals I sold out on the same night
I'm out here on the street trying to hustle for my price
Bad bitch with me but her attitude nice
When I first met her bro we almost had to fight
She saw that I was real so she went for the pipe
But if you try to touch her she gonna reach for a knife
And hell nah bruh, quit acting like it's a drought
All this heat I'm dishing out that n***as still on about
So fuck a mixtape cause I need some more money
All these crackers on my paper they ain't talking about hundreds
I'm a scale heavy n***a I don't play about nothing
I don't give out information I don't speak about nothing
Snitch n***as get the hurt from them n***as who do work
Stay your ass on your turf or you might get that ass murked
Bitch
[Hook: J.K The Rapper]