Duwap Kaine - Faneto lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Faneto lyrics]
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
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds blow
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
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 y 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 with' that cake
And they really gon' be mad
My30 stuffed in they face
Niggas ask if I'm fine, I done lost my mind
Got this Tec-9, now it's yo' bed time
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds go
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
Look at me the wrong way
Let this30 go to waste
Them bullets place up in yo' face
Off the dope boy I'm spaced
Off this Tooka pack, double trigger Ruger
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 Ac'
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, nah, nah, nah
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds blow
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
(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
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds blow
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
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 y 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 with' that cake
And they really gon' be mad
My30 stuffed in they face
Niggas ask if I'm fine, I done lost my mind
Got this Tec-9, now it's yo' bed time
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds go
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
Look at me the wrong way
Let this30 go to waste
Them bullets place up in yo' face
Off the dope boy I'm spaced
Off this Tooka pack, double trigger Ruger
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 Ac'
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, nah, nah, nah
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 and I'ma 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
My Glock40 a grim reaper, aye
Let these hundred rounds blow
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto