Faneto Remix lyrics

Intro:
Gang
Aye
Boochie Gang
Aye
Foenem
Lord nem

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Shooters at your door (gang gang)
We ain't knocking b*tch we kicking down your door. ( Gla Gla)
Onna Gang
Onna Foe
Lil bro he gon' blow. (Gla)
Let these n*gga know. (Gang gang)
b*tch we keep them poles
These goofy n*ggas out here stealing clothes
But I just f*ck they hoes
And finesse them out they checks Faneto
b*tch I ain't no Ho'
You a pancake boy you ain't no foe
I sell weed, rocks and blows
I'm a player n*gga I might sell your ho'
( Gang x7 FANETO )

[Verse 2: Lud Foe)
Put this 357 barrel down your throat
I'm running out of drugs I need to get some more
I might rob the plug
Gang
Faneto
That choppa loose his ass
Bang
Where he go?
His looking for his b*tch
Damn where she go?
She with lud foe
Bout' to hit the liquor store
I just took his b*tch
Gang
Faneto
Pull up Onna opp then blow
Boom boom boom get low
There's some shooters in this b*tch
And we brought the Rugers in this b*tch
So don't be acting stupid in this b*tch
Or we gon' get to shooting in this b*tch
And that coup ain't got no sense
I be getting ruthless in that b*tch
And I be getting head behind the tent
b*tch you know your boyfriend broke, he can't pay your rent
You catch 50 out this Mack. G Unit
Hoes calling me, my battery on 2 percent
He f*cked with me, and I ain't seen him since
The police question me, I told them suck my di*k
( b*tch. Gang x4. FANETO )

[verse 3: Lud Foe]
I relax in my Jacuzzi
This b*tch mad we can't go to the movies
They mad cause I go hard they wanna shoot me
These b*tches atting me, they wanna do me
These b*tches after me, they are some groupies
Them shoes that you got on, them b*tches fu-ey
Them shoes that i got on, they go by Louie
That pack that I be smoking very fruity
Them n*ggas I be with be totin' toolies
Them n*ggas you be with be acting goofy
My life a movie
Got a movie in my uzi
My b*tch she bougie
She like "can you get me Louie?"

[Verse 4: Lud foe]
I'll be damned if I go broke
Then it's back to robbing, selling dope
Your b*tch be watching me, you better watch your Ho'
b*tch you can't f*ck for free, you better have some dough
And you know how it go
Onna stage doing shows with my pole
I up a role on a ho' they called meat rolls
Robin jeans cost $450 and $850 for my coat
Gang
b*tch
Gang