Faneto (Remix)

[Intro]

Its more than this rap shit my nigga

Niggas better recognize

Know what fucking time it is man

FGE shit man

It's our time

I don't got no fucking enemies

They all dead

And if I get some new ones

Shit, Imma just kill they ass too

[Hook]

40's in this bitch

9's in this bitch

Slide in this bitch

Iron on our hip

Squad in this bitch

We live in this bitch

Try in this bitch

You'll die in this bitch!

[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 nigga (rock nigga)

1500 be the block nigga (block nigga)

Niggas 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 shit (with the shit)

And with this 40 I don't miss (BOOM BOOM!)

I'm in the trap working out my wrist

Bitch 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 shit up just for fun (just for fun)

Fuck wrong with these niggas

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 nigga

I'd rather give love

But got no problem giving you rest nigga

I'm down to die by it

Take a stand

Lie 'bout it

God my only judge bitch

'Til then fuck 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 nigga

300 we run it

You can't fuck with this duo nigga

All stripes when we take shots

On whatever pocket

Pool nigga

And we gone let you hold that

Unload that

On you mule niggas

Fool shit don't fly with us

And on fuck shit 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

Nigga 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

Bitch 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

Bitch I'm a drop 30 on you

My shooter gone match my score

Haaa

If you can see me you dreaming

Bitch but don't wake the demons

Cause we ain't aim at your [?]!

[Verse 3: Montana of 300]

Uhh huh

Stupid bitch

Getting money with my brothers

I'm Nino (I'm Nino)

Fuck niggas 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 shit 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 fuck

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 nigga

I don't gotta spit no game to these hoes (To these hoes)

Pretty birds on my thang

Flamingo (Flamingo)

And bitch i just got 30K for 3 shows

Fuck a label

I'm too fucking hot

They can't cool me down

Killing shit

Flow so fucking 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

Fuck your jury trial

Never gave up

Never threw in towels

Made my goonies proud

Model bitches 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 pussycats

Make yo crew meow

Extendo clips

I'm 33'n y'all

Patrick Ewing style

I'll smoke everybody in this bitch

Like a hookah lounge

Broski nem blowing fruity loud

My whole crew be wild

GANG!