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