Faneto (Chicago MegaMix) lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Ayy, gang, gang, n*gga
Gang, gang, n*gga, n*gga
(Sosa on the beat)
Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch, n*gga
Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch, n*gga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Gang in this b*tch, n*gga)
Gang, bang, n*gga
(Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch, n*gga)
Bang, n*gga (Bang, n*gga)
Gang, n*gga, ayy, ayy (Gang n*gga, ayy, n*gga)
Ayy, ayy (Bang, n*gga)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, n*gga
Who, n*gga? Who the f*ck is you? I don't know, n*gga
No, n*gga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, n*gga
Go, n*gga, run, n*gga, run for the po', n*gga (Police, n*gga)
Gas what I smoke, n*gga (n*gga, smoke)
Feds at my door, jump out the window, n*gga (The window)
No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho)
I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto)

[Post-Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, faneto
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat (To his throat, bang)
Blow this motherf*cker, he gon' choke (Rawr, bang)
On the ground, on the floor
Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue (To the f*ckin' thang)
I'm ridin' through New York (Skrrt-skrrt, bang, bang)
Finna go and shoot New Jersey up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin', n*gga)
We gon' come and blow New Jersey up (Bang, bang, bang)
You want something? Hurry up (Bang, n*gga)
Buy, try to rob, b*tch, wе 30'd up (30d up, bang, bang)
Just left Wokcano, b*tch, I'm Curried up (Curried up, gang, gang)
Cheesе in my pockets, Velveeta (Velveeta)

[Verse 2: Capo (GBE)]
This ain't what you want, how you running through it?
f*ck all the Tweets and Instagram and let's get to it
30k in my pockets how I do it
Chicago n*ggas sneak dissing all in their music
While we not in Chicago n*ggas better abuse it
Because when the Glo come back we gonna start shooting movies
Not the movie screen Jim's and Spike Lee be shooting
Them Glocks been jamming so we pulling up with Rugers
Off this drank I feel like Future, Hallelujah
Pull up on an opp
Catch him I'm a screw him
Run up on me for a show, 10k, I'm a do it
Catch your b*tch outside the club, inside my whip, I'm a do her
f*ck New Jersey man I'm on Chicago
On that Xan, take him out his shirt like Petey Pablo
Make it rain, hollow tips, now I call them dalos
Mr. Pain, on St. Lawrence pulling up in Tahoes
Let it bang
We on So Block, b*tch that's Glo Block, we there everyday n*gga
You're more than welcome to come here
Just know you gonna get slain n*gga
Finger f*ck her out her name then she gonna get played n*gga
Treat that b*tch like NCAA don't know the thang n*gga
And I'm riding with my Glo's ain't talking Drake
I ain't in here with my woes and with my bros
Strip club, b*tch we in here with our rolls and our poles
We the Glo
Any n*gga know, he can get exposed

[Verse 3: YBN Nahmier]
Only 17 Im up so im riding in that benz
If you talking all that sh*t
Watch ill hit you and your mans
40 clip its 30 in the stick
Run up you get hit
f*ck your mama she a f*cking b*tch
I flipped her in the whip
On god b*tch i keep that 9
Run up you get fried
On the boss i can't take no loss
But ill take your life
Lil jay up in the cut he cook a n*gga like some fries
A n*gga talking hot he get shot up in his eye
(aye) (aye) (aye) (aye)
From the ham im in la so i keep that K
Run up on me bet that n*gga gettin shot up in his face
Never lackin, tote pistons n traffic
My n*ggas they wack sh*t
(aye!) Pull up on a n*gga catch him up in traffic
Run up on a n*gga while he take a sh*t !
n*gga ill shoot that n*gga in his hip !
Thought i was finna say I shoot him in his di*k
Sike i lied no i shoot that n*gga right up in his lip !
(aye!) Ace up in the cut you know he got the mop
Shoot a n*gga in his top and im screamin f*ck the cops !
And im screamin f*ck the opps !
n*gga run up he get dropped
Only 17 so i keep that muhf*ckin mop !
Im in the field never lackin b*tch
Run up you get killed thats on my mama
b*tch I love that drama shoot you in your lip
On my mama b*tch I love that drama
Shoot you in your hip
Slide down 30's in the stick
You know im with the sh*ts (aye!)
Gang im never lackin b*tch
Always keep a stick you run up and you gettin hit (aye) (aye)
Kit Kat split him like a Kit Kat
See him through that window put you and yo b*tch back !
(aye)
(aye)
(aye)
Gang!!!!!!!!!
[Verse 4: JReal]
Grahhh
BOOM!
And I been hearing all that sneakdissing (sneakdissing)
I told bro don't trip let me get him (Me get him)
They just mad cause we hot now (hot now)
FGE is all they talm bout (talm bout)
Tony told me world is ours now (ours now)
So all you suckas gotta starve now (starve now)
Y'all gone make me bring the block out (block out)
Hop out with the moptop
Tear your block down
BOOM!
Y'all know how I rock n*gga (rock n*gga)
1500 be the block n*gga (block n*gga)
n*ggas try to take my life but I ain't going (ain't going)
Stupid Steve hit the corner blowing
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Now you know shorty with the sh*t (with the sh*t)
And with this 40 I don't miss (BOOM BOOM!)
I'm in the trap working out my wrist
b*tch I'm paid in full
Ho I think I'm Mitch (I think I'm Mitch)
I got money I got guns (I got guns)
I might shoot some sh*t up just for fun (just for fun)
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas
Must be dumb (must be dumb)
They don't know that I'm Nick Cannon with that drum!

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, n*gga
Who, n*gga? Who the f*ck is you? I don't know, n*gga
No, n*gga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, n*gga
Go, n*gga, run, n*gga, run for the po', n*gga (Police, n*gga)
Gas what I smoke, n*gga (n*gga, smoke)
Feds at my door, jump out the window, n*gga (The window)
No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho)
I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto)

[Post-Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, faneto

[Verse: 5: Dave East]
My backwood filled of gorilla glue
I ain't finish school, I don't do
What these n*ggas do, blow chronic like I'm Snoop
?.......


Coke look like we cooking grittz
My lawyer got a good percent
Still thinking bout booking sh*t
Harlem kid on some Brooklyn sh*t
They let me in, I'm never leaving
Savage and I'm reckless even

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
I'm an OTF boy recruit
Finna pull up to the zoo, n*gga
Loose n*gga, free my n*gga Zoo, he a loose screw
Shoot n*gga, we don't give a f*ck, who is you, n*gga?
Food n*gga, run up on Durk, he gon' lose, n*gga
Aye, 3K on the shoe, ho
pus*y n*gga softer than some NuVo
I just took his brain, faneto
I just hit a stain, faneto
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, faneto
World around, they say they snatchin' Lil Durk's chain
I be on Normal with 30's yellin' gang
b*tch I terrify my city, nothin' changed (what you want?)
Twitter n*ggas throwin' emojis by my name
b*tch I'm ridin' through the opps
Finna go and shoot Young Money up
Grease my trigger finger, it ain't stuck
I just told Kendall Jenner, can I f*ck?
Ain't no gang like my gang and they know
South By SouthWest, I ain't goin' (Worldstar)
Hit the stage with Meek Milly at his show (in Philly)
He got Nicki , I just want me Dej Loaf
Th-thirty on me, steady bumpin' at the opps
n*ggas hate I got my city sh*t on lock (Chiraq)
I don't like Rugers, I like Glocks
n*ggas mad I'm steady screamin', "Free my pops"
We gon' take some down, Faneto Gang
I just told my lawyer, "Beat that case" (He beat that case)
Call all the promoters, I need that change
Run up on his ass, I need that face
Gang in this b*tch
We snatchin' chains in this b*tch
Shout out Sosa, man, shout out to the whole 300 movement
May 12th, Remember My Name, the album droppin' man
You know, they know I'm on this sh*t
I'ma f*ck somethin' up, man
Take something down gang
OTF gang, 300 gang, OBLOCK
Hit a stain, faneto
Aye this my city, n*gga
Ain't any competition

[Verse 7: Famous Dex]
I'm DDB (Let's get it)
b*tch, you know about me (What?)
I hang in these streets
50 deep
No talk to police (At all)
[?] they shoot for me
OMG, I just killed this beat
Put it in disease (Let's get it)
In these streets (Let's get it)
You ain't in the streets
Boy, I'm in the streets, let's get it
Xans for the low, n*gga (Xans for the low, low)
You can get these b*tches, boy, two for four, n*gga
You can get it from the window or the door (The window or the door)
Try some fu sh*t, lil bro gone blow
Talkin' like you got it boy you will get poked (You will get poked, b*tch)
Seven dudes with me, who want smoke? (Man, who want smoke? Let's get it)
Green Glock, it's on go (This b*tch on go)
Jimmy run up on 'em (Run up)
Shoot 'em in his nose (In his f*ckin' nose, woo)
I'm ridin' with my TEC (Ridin' with this pretty TEC)
I ain't got no f*ckin' type of respect (I ain't got respect, let's get it)
This b*tch all up on me, I want neck
She just want the fame, that sh*t ain't sh*t (Let's get it)
Aye lil' bro let's do a hit (Let's do a hit, b*tch)
He saying, "f*ck Dex" so we on that (Ayy, run up on him, let's get it)
He talkin' to the feds, he a snitch
Chop his f*ckin' body, put it in a ditch, ayy (Let's get it)
Ayy, gang
Ayy, squad
Gang, let's get it, let's get it
Squad, gang, squad
Ayy, gang
Ayy, ayy
Let's get it, let's get it, gang
Let's get it, let's get it
I'm DDB, b*tch you know about me
I hang in these streets
50 deep
No talk to police
Feds they shoot for me
OMG, I just killed this beat

[Verse 8: Lil Bibby]
Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, b*tch
Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, b*tch
Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, b*tch
Thumbin' through that check
Thumbin'-thumbin' through that check, b*tch
30 thou' on my neck, b*tch
Straight gas, no stress, b*tch
Whack a n*gga, scratch his ass off the checklist
Aye, and I'm straight from the go
Take a n*gga out his glo
We don't trick, aw b*tch, is you slow?
Do me a favor, grab your shoes, close that door
Aye, cash what I blow
Cali' plug got that gas for the low
Your boyfriend smell like ass and he broke
Bufford needa' stand his ass by the sto'
Aye, sell some weed, sell some coke
Them No Limits come through, get low
Aye, you better run, Forest go
Aye, got that 50 shot drum you too slow

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, n*gga
Who, n*gga? Who the f*ck is you? I don't know, n*gga
No, n*gga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, n*gga
Go, n*gga, run, n*gga, run for the po', n*gga (Police, n*gga)
Gas what I smoke, n*gga (n*gga, smoke)
Feds at my door, jump out the window, n*gga (The window)
No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho)
I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto)

[Post-Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, faneto

[Verse 9: Chief Keef]
I just hit a stain, fanagoe (Finesse)
I just hit a stain, faneto (Finesse)
I just got twenty for a f*ckin' four (Twenty bands, n*gga)
I spent that sh*t on a f*ckin' coat (On my motherf*ckin' coat)
Ripped my ear, now I got one earlobe (Bling, bling)
But I'ma still put some diamonds on it (Gang, gang, bling, bling)
Baby girl, these diamonds are not phony (They not phony, huh?)
This car I got, it came from Barcelona (Barcelona, huh?)
These shoes I got, came from f*ckin' Paris (Fifteen hun'?)
This b*tch mad 'cause I don't do marriage (I don't want no marriage)
Let a n*gga slide, no we don't do scary (Skrrt-skrrt, dah)
We tote pistols, no we don't do worry (Bang-bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 10: Talley of 300]
Yeah
My tongue hold life
But my belt hold death n*gga
I'd rather give love
But got no problem giving you rest n*gga
I'm down to die by it
Take a stand
Lie 'bout it
God my only judge b*tch
'Til then f*ck justice
Cause I'll pray for my enemies
Friends and those kin to me
But don't never cross God's son
Cause I'll take breath from any 3
Yeah
I only trust that money in this cruel world
But they hating
Hope they ready for the new world
FGE we taking off
And this plane won't lose fuel n*gga
300 we run it
You can't f*ck with this duo n*gga
All stripes when we take shots
On whatever pocket
Pool n*gga
And we gone let you hold that
Unload that
On you mule n*ggas
Fool sh*t don't fly with us
And on f*ck sh*t I ain't lighting up
Only real ones get to ride with us
And any loose ends
Getting tightened up
Yeah
Back to Benjamins
That's how I make sense of it
n*gga tell me what's real
I'll show you what the difference is
Look
I'm a matador
Cash is what I got in store
Work you up
Cut you up
b*tch I won't go back and forth
Weigh my arm and hammer
When you hear that thunder
That ain't Thor
Be in the block
Come back for more
Give them what they asking for
Yeah
Make 'em bite the dust
Right after they smack the floor
b*tch I'm a drop 30 on you
My shooter gone match my score
Haaa
If you can see me you dreaming
b*tch but don't wake the demons
Cause we ain't aim at your [?]!


[Verse 11: Montana of 300]
Uhh huh
Stupid b*tch
Getting money with my brothers
I'm Nino (I'm Nino)
f*ck n*ggas getting robbed if I need dough (If I need dough)
Don't cooperate
No problem we gone blow (We gone blow)
Don't ask us no sh*t about no murders
We don't know (We don't know)
Rap God FGE CEO (CEO)
Punch lines hitting hard
He Debo (He Debo)
You rappers funny
Fu as f*ck
CB4
My fans turnt watching
Can't sit calm
T.V show
Woo
I just hit a stain faneto (faneto)
Yaah
I be getting brain from these hoes (From these hoes)
Take off like a plane on these hoes
M.O.B
No I don't got no change for these hoes
I ain't Wayne
I don't never make it rain on these hoes
I'm that n*gga
I don't gotta spit no game to these hoes (To these hoes)
Pretty birds on my thang
Flamingo (Flamingo)
And b*tch i just got 30K for 3 shows
f*ck a label
I'm too f*cking hot
They can't cool me down
Killing sh*t
Flow so f*cking sick
Call up Doogie Hows
Been connected like a unibrow
Since a juvenile
In the whip cruising through the town
Hustling moving pounds
From the gutter
Got it out the mud
But I'm not Snootie Wild
Been in trouble
Beat 2 or 3 cases
f*ck your jury trial
Never gave up
Never threw in towels
Made my goonies proud
Model b*tches wanna do me now
They like groupies now
I'm in they mouth
Like a root canal
Your boo blew me down
2 3 rounds for you goofy clowns
Better move around
No mechanic but no need to panic
Keep theat tooley round
Bet he rest
45 to his chest
Call him Boobie Miles
Shoot em' up
Then I shoot em' down
We don't fool around
Wet em' up
Come swim with the sharks
I bet you will drown
Yo squad filled with pus*ycats
Make yo crew meow
Extendo clips
I'm 33'n y'all
Patrick Ewing style
I'll smoke everybody in this b*tch
Like a hookah lounge
Broski nem blowing fruity loud
My whole crew be wild
GANG!

[Verse 12: G Herbo]
I bet I look like a stain, faneto
b*tch, I got 30 in my thang, plus 3 more
Walk up on me strange, watch me blow
This cash like heroin in my veins, I need mo'
I’m still lil heroin, f*ck the lake and f*ck the fo'
And if you ain't no day one gang then you don't know
Jumpout Gang and Ku Ku Gang go boom, boom, boom
Pull up, skurtt, everybody on the floor
b*tches call me G Herbo or Herbo baby
My whole city know that I go crazy
And No Limits strapped up like the Navy
Run up on a n*gga and play crazy
90's baby but I got crack like the 80's
Thumb through them racks last summer, b*tch, I blew like 80
I won't tell you no lie, on the lady that made me
So watch just watch how I do them this summer
Pull up on them corners like, bang, bang, bang

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I'm a gorilla in a f*ckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, n*gga
Told you, n*gga, who the f*ck is you? I don't know, n*gga
No, n*gga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, n*gga
Go, n*gga, run, n*gga, run from the po', n*gga (police n*gga)
Gas what I smoke, n*gga
Feds at my door, jump out the window, n*gga
Know you can't get no money silly ho
I just hit a stain, faneto, faneto

[Verse 13: King Louie]
Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
Turn up, I just hit a stain, finna' go
30's and them thangs when we roll
We don't save these hoes, no hero
Send him to the E-, ah nosy ho
b*tch you know who King OVO
No Limit with the Mubu, Rollie Glo
My name is Louie, but they call me Tony
We met last night she sucked me to the morning
I love that Ralph, I smoke it by the Lauren
My smile Benz, I be talkin' foreign
I be dumping Ps when I'm not recordin'
If a b*tch don't like b*tches then she borin'
Your b*tch on my di*k, I will be scorin'
Numbers on the boards, boy foe nem scorin'
Days and the days when we warin'
Back-to-back hits, foe nem borin'
Your b*tch need to fix my di*kasorem
These n*ggas talkin' sh*t until you hurt 'em
My girl shoot sh*t up, she a squirter
Beat the pus*y up, she love it when I hurt her
When I'm done, I'mma need a lawyer
Don't got change for nothing, all I got is C-Notes
Catch a opper lackin', bingo
Extended mag, might not have to reload
If we miss we spin back round and re-blow
Catch him in the club, K.O
They likin' bricks, knockin' n*ggas out, Deebo
All this damn money, meat roll
b*tch I know you see me, vevo
Smoking opps, pack is sh*t, is lethal
You'll get shot at when we see you
All bag leave you see thru
I'm off a flat, rockin' like a beatle
I get dirty money like it ain't illegal
They kill in Chiraq like it's legal
Pop out shoot sh*t up like a needle
Try to take my chain, I ain't going
Shoot him in his brain, I ain't know it
Take a n*gga chain then wear it
Pass it to the gang now we sharing
Turn a goofball to a spirit
Bullet turn a n*gga to a b*tch
Hit, screaming like a b*tch
You a goofy got hit on the hip
I'm thumbing through a check, running up a bag
Since you can't get no money get a cast
You can't get no ride b*tch call a cab
I be mixing drugs like a lab