Faneto

[Intro] Gang, gang, gang Gang-gang-gang (Sosa On The Beat) Gang, Bang Gang, gang Gang, aye Aye, aye, aye Cap gang, Cap gang Cap gang, Cap gang Cap gang, Cap gang Cap gang, hell yeah Capo gang, hell yeah Capo gang, hell yeah Capo gang, hell yeah Capo gang, hell yeah Capo gang [Chorus] I'm a lil nigga nigga, but I came to shoot Thirty aimed at you All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you You's a dumb nigga, pull up to yo' block let it drum, nigga Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, nigga I got thirty in my heater, ayy, ayy, do you want to meet her My Glock .40 a grim reaper, ayy, let these hundred rounds blow [Post-Chorus] Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto [Verse 1] Baby girl it's now or never, baby girl, I gotta chase this cheddar Hell naw, I cannot get fed up, pull up on yo' block it's a set-up Ridin' down the opp block, gotta let this tool pop Snatch my chain and I ain't goin', you know I'ma get to blowin' For my chains they be so frozen, by my wrist you know I'm glowin' Niggas mad at me, because my pockets stuffed wit' that cake And they really gon' be mad my .30 stuffed in they face Niggas ask am I'm fine, I done lost my mind Got this Tec-9, now it's yo' bed time [Chorus] I'm a lil' nigga nigga but I come to shoot Thirty aimed at you All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you You's a dumb nigga, pull up to yo' block let it drum, nigga Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, nigga I got thirty in my heater, do you want to meet her? (Meet her, nigga) My Glock .40 a grim reaper, aye, let these hundred rounds go [Post-Chorus] Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto [Verse 2] Look at me the wrong way let this K go to waste Them bullets place up in yo' face, off the dope, boy I'm spaced Smokin' on this Tooka (Off that Tooka pack) Double trigger Ruger, ayy Pull up like a scooter, I need me some shooter My Glock longer than a ruler, smokin' on you losers Got the Mac, it go rat-a-tat, shoot it to your back I got the chrome, dressed in all black, and I'm off the Act' Got the sack, I just spent it all, I'ma get it back Got some guns and a couple choppers, don't make me attack, no No-o, no, no, no [Chorus] I'm a lil nigga nigga but I came to shoot Thirty aimed at you All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you You's a dumb nigga, pull up to yo' block let it drum, nigga Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, nigga I got thirty in my heater, ayy, ayy, do you want to meet her My Glock .40 a grim reaper, ayy, let these hundred rounds blow [Post-Chorus] Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto