FANETO by 800 Dinero Lyrics
[Verse 1: Dinero Gambino]
Killas With Me Actin Fools Boy We Packin Tools
Wrong Move Headline on the News
40' on My Trues Like its Glue
Were He at Wich Avenue
Roll thru Beamer Blue
Hollows Cook Him BBQ
Tie Him Up Bet Not Move
This How we get the Revenue
Ice On Nigga No Igloo Man He Gone Faneto
When I Let The Semi Blow
All Headshots they think Im Pro
Off the Lean Movin Slow
Got more O'z then Doninos
Buzz Lil Bro He got the Snow
When you call dont say Hello
Say You Need to Fix Yo Nose
If You Low Bitch Run that Throat
You the Man Years Ago
Now You Know Who Control & Got that Dough
Red Beams Them Bitches Glo
Nina Stay by Mistletoe Knoeck em Down they in Rows
Every Nigga Train to go Snatch a Soul on the Block with them Zoes
Opps Roll Thru They Like Woah
Man That Nigga Do Tote Poles
Im From the Land Thought chu know
Boy You Better Play Your Role
On Parole We Still Patrol
Every Nigga With Me Roll
Off a Pill Maybe 4
Leaving Opps Up in Holes Thats a Goal
He a Pack in a Blunt not a Bowl
All Yall Niggas prolly Fold
All my Niggas take that Oath
If You fold that Choppa Load
Hit him Up Leave Him Froze
Bitch This the Life I Chose
1100 Be the Zone I Prefer to Be Unknown
Pop Out Get Exposed Flame a Nigga Like a Stove
Talk on Phone Using Codes So The Jakes They Won't Know
Stain the Plug for some Dro For my Clercks a Ounze of Coke
Flexin on the Gram With Pistols Let You Pose
Take His Necklace Like Debo
DrumClips I Need 3 Mo '
Pay Dinero What you Owe
Or I Get in Beast Mode Send my Killas They Go
Im With The Folks You Get Poked Put a Nigga is a Rope
He Get Tourtered He Can't Cope
Fried his Brain He get Toast
His Body Gone Decomposed
Fuck a Slice I Need My Loaf
I Fineese You and Go Ghost
At Yo Top like A Go Pro
Bullets Replacing yo Comb
.40 Hit your Collarbone
Leave him on the cobblestone
He was by the Corner store
Twin Glocks Call them Clones
Headshots Fuck up Everything even Chromosomes
Fuck a Loan Ill Just run down get Everything You Own
Knock a King off his Throne than Claim it for my Own
Man He Gone Faneto
Bussin Juggs Faneto
Killas with me Faneto
Got Guns You Ain't Seen Before Now He Gone Faneto All My Niggas Train to Blow!
[Outro]
RIP Bert ' RIP Lil Brazy '
Killas With Me Actin Fools Boy We Packin Tools
Wrong Move Headline on the News
40' on My Trues Like its Glue
Were He at Wich Avenue
Roll thru Beamer Blue
Hollows Cook Him BBQ
Tie Him Up Bet Not Move
This How we get the Revenue
Ice On Nigga No Igloo Man He Gone Faneto
When I Let The Semi Blow
All Headshots they think Im Pro
Off the Lean Movin Slow
Got more O'z then Doninos
Buzz Lil Bro He got the Snow
When you call dont say Hello
Say You Need to Fix Yo Nose
If You Low Bitch Run that Throat
You the Man Years Ago
Now You Know Who Control & Got that Dough
Red Beams Them Bitches Glo
Nina Stay by Mistletoe Knoeck em Down they in Rows
Every Nigga Train to go Snatch a Soul on the Block with them Zoes
Opps Roll Thru They Like Woah
Man That Nigga Do Tote Poles
Im From the Land Thought chu know
Boy You Better Play Your Role
On Parole We Still Patrol
Every Nigga With Me Roll
Off a Pill Maybe 4
Leaving Opps Up in Holes Thats a Goal
He a Pack in a Blunt not a Bowl
All Yall Niggas prolly Fold
All my Niggas take that Oath
If You fold that Choppa Load
Hit him Up Leave Him Froze
Bitch This the Life I Chose
1100 Be the Zone I Prefer to Be Unknown
Pop Out Get Exposed Flame a Nigga Like a Stove
Talk on Phone Using Codes So The Jakes They Won't Know
Stain the Plug for some Dro For my Clercks a Ounze of Coke
Flexin on the Gram With Pistols Let You Pose
Take His Necklace Like Debo
DrumClips I Need 3 Mo '
Pay Dinero What you Owe
Or I Get in Beast Mode Send my Killas They Go
Im With The Folks You Get Poked Put a Nigga is a Rope
He Get Tourtered He Can't Cope
Fried his Brain He get Toast
His Body Gone Decomposed
Fuck a Slice I Need My Loaf
I Fineese You and Go Ghost
At Yo Top like A Go Pro
Bullets Replacing yo Comb
.40 Hit your Collarbone
Leave him on the cobblestone
He was by the Corner store
Twin Glocks Call them Clones
Headshots Fuck up Everything even Chromosomes
Fuck a Loan Ill Just run down get Everything You Own
Knock a King off his Throne than Claim it for my Own
Man He Gone Faneto
Bussin Juggs Faneto
Killas with me Faneto
Got Guns You Ain't Seen Before Now He Gone Faneto All My Niggas Train to Blow!
[Outro]
RIP Bert ' RIP Lil Brazy '