Faneto (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Its more than this rap sh*t my n*gga
n*ggas better recognize
Know what f*cking time it is man
FGE sh*t man
It's our time
I don't got no f*cking enemies
They all dead
And if I get some new ones
sh*t, Imma just kill they ass too


[Hook]
40's in this b*tch
9's in this b*tch
Slide in this b*tch
Iron on our hip
Squad in this b*tch
We live in this b*tch
Try in this b*tch
You'll die in this b*tch!

[Hook]

[Verse 1: 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!

[Verse 2: 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 3: 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!