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 b**h we kicking down your door. ( Gla Gla) Onna Gang Onna Foe Lil bro he gon' blow. (Gla) Let these n***a know. (Gang gang) b**h we keep them poles These goofy n***as out here stealing clothes But I just f** they hoes And finesse them out they checks Faneto b**h I ain't no Ho' You a pancake boy you ain't no foe I sell weed, rocks and blows I'm a player n***a I might sell your ho' ( Gang x7 FANETO ) [Verse 2: Lud Foe) Put this 357 barrel down your throat I'm running out of d** I need to get some more I might rob the plug Gang Faneto That choppa loose his a** Bang Where he go? His looking for his b**h Damn where she go? She with lud foe Bout' to hit the liquor store I just took his b**h Gang Faneto Pull up Onna opp then blow Boom boom boom get low There's some shooters in this b**h And we brought the Rugers in this b**h So don't be acting stupid in this b**h Or we gon' get to shooting in this b**h And that coup ain't got no sense I be getting ruthless in that b**h And I be getting head behind the tent b**h 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 f**ed with me, and I ain't seen him since The police question me, I told them s** my dick ( b**h. Gang x4. FANETO ) [verse 3: Lud Foe] I relax in my Jacuzzi This b**h mad we can't go to the movies They mad cause I go hard they wanna shoot me These b**hes atting me, they wanna do me These b**hes after me, they are some groupies Them shoes that you got on, them b**hes fu-ey Them shoes that i got on, they go by Louie That pack that I be smoking very fruity Them n***as I be with be totin' toolies Them n***as you be with be acting goofy My life a movie Got a movie in my uzi My b**h 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 b**h be watching me, you better watch your Ho' b**h you can't f** 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 b**h Gang