Like Faneto by TrenchGOD Lyrics
[Hook]:
All my niggas
Got em jumpin through the floor
Like Faneto
I’m a gorilla
With no fuckin coupe I work
To get this bread up
I ain’t friends
With no Gepettos bitch I’m on
Another level
Had y’all thinkin that
We wasn’t boutta blow
Cuz we ain’t ghetto
(2x)
[Vs. I]:
It’s the G-O-D
F-L-O-
Dub
Bitch if she
Ain’t with me
Then it’s hell no
DUB
L-A, L-A, L-A rolled
Up
Workin til my sis
Got a crib
In London texting me ello
Bruv
Pull up on yo bitch
Like ello luv
Feeling on her hips
Told me it’s alright
Giving me a kiss
While we in the club
Grabbin on my wrist
Told me she’s all mine
Grabbin on my dick
Like she wanna fuck
Til a nigga step in
Like he wanna fight
Throwin a fit
He cause a fuss
All from a bitch
She doesn’t like
Doin the most
Said he pulled up in the ghost
But I guess that it went ghost
Checkin outside and that shit is gone
Callin me wrong
For callin him out
Callin his boys
I called him a bitch
Callin the squad
He ain’t backing down
Til Cold Entertainment come collar his shit
Karma coming back around
Sucka
Ya crew come and you out-
Numbered
You dumb and too loud
Shut ya fool mouth
I’m duffin you out
Pucker
Up, kiss the ring
Dirty mouthed muthafuckas need
Listerine
But my team
Driving y’all to drink
Mr. Clean
Tryna make history
Tryna get rid of me
Cuz all my niggas be
Gettin em jumpin
[Hook]
All my niggas
Got em jumpin through the floor
Like Faneto
I’m a gorilla
With no fuckin coupe I work
To get this bread up
I ain’t friends
With no Gepettos bitch I’m on
Another level
Had y’all thinkin that
We wasn’t boutta blow
Cuz we ain’t ghetto
(2x)
[Vs. I]:
It’s the G-O-D
F-L-O-
Dub
Bitch if she
Ain’t with me
Then it’s hell no
DUB
L-A, L-A, L-A rolled
Up
Workin til my sis
Got a crib
In London texting me ello
Bruv
Pull up on yo bitch
Like ello luv
Feeling on her hips
Told me it’s alright
Giving me a kiss
While we in the club
Grabbin on my wrist
Told me she’s all mine
Grabbin on my dick
Like she wanna fuck
Til a nigga step in
Like he wanna fight
Throwin a fit
He cause a fuss
All from a bitch
She doesn’t like
Doin the most
Said he pulled up in the ghost
But I guess that it went ghost
Checkin outside and that shit is gone
Callin me wrong
For callin him out
Callin his boys
I called him a bitch
Callin the squad
He ain’t backing down
Til Cold Entertainment come collar his shit
Karma coming back around
Sucka
Ya crew come and you out-
Numbered
You dumb and too loud
Shut ya fool mouth
I’m duffin you out
Pucker
Up, kiss the ring
Dirty mouthed muthafuckas need
Listerine
But my team
Driving y’all to drink
Mr. Clean
Tryna make history
Tryna get rid of me
Cuz all my niggas be
Gettin em jumpin
[Hook]