J.K. The Reaper - Fang Gang lyrics

[Intro: J.K The Rapper] Yeah This something for y'all f** a** n***as I crawl out the shadows like f**ing murder n***a Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Fang life yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah b**h 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 b**h 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 sh** global them local hoes is still b**hing 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 f*ggots still tripping about Illuminati Should've seen the b**h face when i grabbed her body This ain't no mason sh** this the black society And I let satan drive while I'm riding shotty Yeah I'm riding shotty b**h 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 b**h imagine what your grave like 275 to that fang life b**h 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 k**er so I know about that fang life f** around with me I'll leave your a** 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 b**h 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 ? acting like it's a drought All this heat I'm dishing out that n***as still on about So f** 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 a** on your turf or you might get that a** murked b**h [Hook: J.K The Rapper]