Lud Foe – 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 bitch we kicking down your door. ( Gla Gla)
Onna Gang
Onna Foe
Lil bro he gon' blow. (Gla)
Let these Nigga know. (Gang gang)
Bitch we keep them poles
These goofy niggas out here stealing clothes
But I just fuck they hoes
And finesse them out they checks Faneto
Bitch I ain't no Ho'
You a pancake boy you ain't no foe
I sell weed, rocks and blows
I'm a player nigga 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 bitch
Damn where she go?
She with lud foe
Bout' to hit the liquor store
I just took his bitch
Gang
Faneto
Pull up Onna opp then blow
Boom boom boom get low
There's some shooters in this bitch
And we brought the Rugers in this bitch
So don't be acting stupid in this bitch
Or we gon' get to shooting in this bitch
And that coup ain't got no sense
I be getting ruthless in that bitch
And I be getting head behind the tent
Bitch 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 fucked with me, and I ain't seen him since
The police question me, I told them suck my dick
( Bitch. Gang x4. FANETO )



[verse 3: Lud Foe]
I relax in my Jacuzzi
This bitch mad we can't go to the movies
They mad cause I go hard they wanna shoot me
These bitches atting me, they wanna do me
These bitches after me, they are some groupies
Them shoes that you got on, them bitches fu-ey
Them shoes that i got on, they go by Louie
That pack that I be smoking very fruity
Them niggas I be with be totin' toolies
Them niggas you be with be acting goofy
My life a movie
Got a movie in my uzi
My bitch 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 bitch be watching me, you better watch your Ho'
Bitch you can't fuck 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
Bitch
Gang