Montana Of 300 - Faneto (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]: Its more than this rap sh** my n***a n***as better recognize Know what f**ing time it is man FGE sh** man It's our time I don't got no f**ing enemies They all dead And if I get some new ones sh**, Imma just k** they a** too [Hook]: 40's in this b**h 9's in this b**h Slide in this b**h Iron on our hip Squad in this b**h We live in this b**h Try in this b**h You'll die in this b**h! [Hook] [Verse 1: JReal]: Grahhh BOOM! And I been hearing all that sneakdissing (sneakdissing) I told bro don't trip let me get him (Me get him) They just mad cause we hot now (hot now) FGE is all they talm bout (talm bout) Tony told me world is ours now (ours now) So all you s**as gotta starve now (starve now) Y'all gone make me bring the block out (block out) Hop out with the moptop Tear your block down BOOM! Y'all know how I rock n***a (rock n***a) 1500 be the block n***a (block n***a) n***as try to take my life but I ain't going (ain't going) Stupid Steve hit the corner blowing BOOM BOOM BOOM Now you know shorty with the sh** (with the sh**) And with this 40 I don't miss (BOOM BOOM!) I'm in the trap working out my wrist b**h I'm paid in full Ho I think I'm Mitch (I think I'm Mitch) I got money I got guns (I got guns) I might shoot some sh** up just for fun (just for fun) f** wrong with these n***as Must be dumb (must be dumb) They don't know that I'm Nick Cannon with that drum! [Verse 2: Talley of 300: Yeah My toungue hold life But my belt hold d**h n***a I'd rather give love But got no problem giving you rest n***a I'm down to die by it Take a stand Live bout it God my only judge b**h 'Til then f** justice Cause I'll pray for my enemies Friends and those kin to me But don't never cross God's son Cause I'll take breath from any 3 Yeah I only trust that money in this cruel world But they hating Hope they ready for the new world FGE we taking off And this plane won't lose fuel n***a 300 we run it You can't f** with this duo n***a All stripes when we take shots On whatever pocket Pool n***a And we gone let you mold that Unload that On you mule n***as Fool sh** don't fly with us And on f** sh** I ain't lighting up Only real ones get to ride with us And any loose ends Getting tightened up Yeah Back to Benjamins That's how I make sense of it n***a tell me what's real I'll show you what the difference is Look I'm a matador Cash is what I got in store Work you up Cut you up b**h I won't go back and forth Weigh my arm and hammer When you hear that thunder That ain't Thor Be in the block Come back for more Give them what they asking for Yeah Make 'em bite the dust Right after they smack the floor b**h I'm a drop 30 on you My shooter gone match my score Haaa If you can see me you dreaming b**h but don't wake the demons Cause we ain't aim at your [?]! [Verse 3: Montana of 300]: Uhh huh Stupid b**h Getting money with my brothers I'm Nino (I'm Nino) f** n***as getting robbed if I need dough (If I need dough) Don't cooperate No problem we gone blow (We gone blow) Don't ask us no sh** about no murders We don't know (We don't know) Rap God FGE CEO (CEO) Punch lines hitting hard He Debo (He Debo) You rappers funny Fu as f** See before My fans turnt watching Can't sit calm T.V show Woo I just hit a stain faneto (faneto) Yaah I be getting brain from these hoes (From these hoes) Take off like a plane on these hoes M.O.B No I don't got no change for these hoes I ain't Wayne I don't never make it rain on these hoes I'm that n***a I don't gotta spit no game to these hoes (To these hoes) Pretty birds on my thang Flamingo (Flamingo) And b**h i just got 30K for 3 shows f** a label I'm too f**ing hot They can't cool me down k**ing sh** Flow so f**ing sick Call up Doogie Hows Been connected like a unibrow Since a juvenile In the whip cruising through the town Hustling moving pounds From the gutter Got it out the mud But I'm not Snootie Wild Been in trouble Beat 2 or 3 cases f** your jury trial Never gave up Never threw in towels Made my goonies proud Model b**hes wanna do me now They like groupies now I'm in they mouth Like a root can*l Your boo blew me down 2 3 rounds for you goofy clowns Better move around No mechanic but no need to panic Keep theat tooley round Bet he rest 45 to his chest Call him b**bie Miles Shoot em' up Then I shoot em' down We don't fool around Wet em' up Come swim with the sharks I bet you will drown Yo squad filled with p**ycats Make yo crew meow Extendo clips I'm 33'n y'all Patrick Ewing style I'll smoke everybody in this b**h Like a hookah lounge Broski nem blowing fruity loud My whole crew be wild GANG!