Faneto ft. OkSoSa Lyrics

It's cost finger, baby

SG-SG, like, gang

When you see me, you better fuckin' perform, nigga

Gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, nigga

Gang, gang, gang

Like, gang

Gang

When I catch niggas, you just know they just lit

Bitch, I'ma empty the clip

Niggas had seen me, yall never did shit

Like, nigga, you know you a bitch

Just know you a bum and you never on shit

When I up it you, these niggas won't blitz

I can tell that these niggas was never on shit

Your bitch, she a bop, so she givin' the spits

These niggas is bummy, they dirty as shit

I'm rockin' the Jimmy Choos you got on Ricks

I'm gettin' the money, I'm playin' with bricks

He need to get rid of them ugly-ass kicks

I aim for your head, I ain't shootin' at hips

This Glock 45, make a nigga do flips

Damn

Glock 45, make a nigga do flips

I'm with DuGzz we lurkin', them boys behind us

Don't act nervous, go up the road, I pop it, I earned it

On the parkway, twistin' and turnin

Ain't no ring, she talkin' bout Birkin

Talkin' bout Link, think she tryna work me

I ain't gon' lie, that shit ain't worth it

This glock hit girls, chest shot, got em burpin'

What you think in that gun, level of badness

Thinkin you bad, then I'm bad too

Gave bro 8, that's four times two

Give him half of that clip, will you hang on that coupe

On bro

Ayy, bro, is you ridin' or not

Like, is you finna let off them shots

Talkin' to her like, you ridin' or not

Bitch, is a freak, tryna slob on the knob

If I said, on, bro, I mean it

If I use that gun, I'll clean it

We on that drill, I swear, bro, feignin'

He took one more perk, tryna look for a reason

Hustleman, sos that's me, three-five

For a three-five, cop a KD

Why they keep tryna go play me

Like, at least one of us gon' keep stay safe

Rambo, I got the four-five

Like, I love to tote mine

I remember got in front of my very first team

And I got that bag in no time

And so I'm runnin', it's kickin' the dotom

Like, barrel to his face, it's showtime

If the cops come around, get low-time

Don't gotta watch my back, I know mines

I stay with that food, grandma

Walk with a stick, grandpa

Spin that block, and I got some dandrive

Better shoot first, I ain't doin' no standoff

When I step, creepin

Tryna go make some noise with a heater

Like, we hit shit, Gita

Tryna go super saiyan like Vegeta

Big friends got his world out of his body

His main man's wanna be featured, like

He never sleep on the vial

We do way more than get even

Like, I don't even know the amount

I just know that dressed up in that 2-liter

I don't even know how to count

But I swear it's a couple shells in this heater

This bitch got a different demeanor

What's her name? Uh, Meena

Think I know her, but I never seen her

This bitch, she just fronted', this bitch ain't a keeper

Say she love me, but I don't believe her

Yeah she slapped me, cause I try to leave her

At the end of the day, she an eater

I'ma leave her, I don't need her