Faneto Remix lyrics

[Intro: Marco Flex]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Grahh-grahh
Aye, flex
'Ess go, 'ess go

[Chorus: Marco Flex]
You want smoke with me? Must be out yo' top (What the f*ck?)
My n*ggas slide, with them switches (Grahh)
They gon' tear down a whole block (Grahh, grahh)
Marco EBK, EOS, every opp shot (What, bop-bop)
How you smokin' on my dead, and n*gga, [?] got you shot (It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma 'miri jeans steppa', louis shirt, chrome heart
Let me catch yo ass in traffic, I'ma have bro flip that car (Bop, aye)
Doing eighty in a Urus, blew the engine, oh my God (Damn)
How the f*ck you want beef, you ain't know I was a God (What, huh?)

[Verse 1: Marco Flex]
Pass the hoe to the gang, all these b*tches gettin' tossed (They are)
Marco Flеx, always on it (What?)
Call me Marco, Tony Hawk
We outside, street sweepa', it's gon' knock you out yo' socks
You do what you can, and I do what I want (Lеt's go)
Big flex, I'ma bougie n*gga, ride around in foreign cars (Flex)
Oh we lit, on the gram, with that baby ass watch? (That weak ass watch)
Blue face, pink slits
Get behind me, do the race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fox fire, murda' gang
We gon' put you in a grave (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Pick 'em up, f*ck yo' homie (Kill his ass)
He shoulda' never mentioned my name (What?)
Marco Flex, lil' homie, but my pockets big bank
SRT, rock body, I just copped lil' bro a chain (Skrrt)
n*gga f*ck yo' AP, I just bought my Patek plain (Aye, look)
[Chorus: Marco Flex & Sha EK]
You want smoke with me? Must be out yo' top (What the f*ck?)
My homies slide, with them switches (Grahh)
They gon' tear down a whole block (Grahh, grahh)
Marco EBK, EOS, every opp shot (What, bop-bop)
How you smokin' on my dead, and n*gga, [?] got you shot (It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma 'miri jeans steppa', louis shirt, chrome heart
Let me catch yo ass in traffic, I'ma have bro flip that car (Bop, aye)
Doing eighty in a Urus, blew the engine, oh my God (Damn)
How the f*ck you want beef, you ain't know I was a God (What, huh?)
Grahh

[Verse 2: Sha EK]
Worda' bro, I'ma make sure they see me
I try up a oppa', brodie told me TP
If I don't see no D's, I don't care
I'm tryna put a n*gga in the air
Like, shots made 'em walk with a cane
He lucky he ain't get hit in his brain
Like, shots made 'em walk with a cane
He lucky he ain't get hit in his brain
For Diddy and Yellow, empty out the clip
Know they mad I smoke with the 'rips
Like— Why these n*ggas on my di*k?
Every time we smoke, we jumpin' out the whip
Got these b*tches f*ckin' 'cause they see the drip
Try to line me, put her in a spliff
I'ma keep on clickin' 'til that n*gga trip
'Til that n*gga— Grahh-grahh, boom (Boom-boom)
[Chorus: Marco Flex]
You want smoke with me? Must be out yo' top (What the f*ck?)
My homies slide, with them switches (Grahh)
They gon' tear down a whole block (Grahh, grahh)
Marco EBK, EOS, every opp shot (What, bop-bop)
How you smokin' on my dead, and n*gga, [?] got you shot (It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma 'miri jeans steppa', louis shirt, chrome heart
Let me catch yo ass in traffic, I'ma have bro flip that car (Bop, aye)
Doing eighty in a Urus, blew the engine, oh my God (Damn)
How the f*ck you want beef, you ain't know I was a God (What, huh?)