BTL_Nari - Faneto Lyrics

I do this for the ones that died
I do this for my people
We might be from the same side
But that don't make us equal
Like where I'm from you gotta tote a glock
To check the peephole
We screamin' f*ck the other side
Tryna finesse a nigga on faneto

And they say gangsta's moving silence
Well nigga I ain't spoke at all
She smell the kush on my cologne
Like what you smoking on
Got too much money in my wallet
It won't fold at all
Only the fam, to get the money
What I'm focused on

Like get my shit up out your throat
Girl, what you chokin' on
Won't see me fall
I was the kid that they was jokin' on
Bitch, BTL, we be the mob
She wanna roll with us
Every shawty wanna come to 1-5
I told her throw it up

Like why they niggas think they gangsta
Cause of hand-signs
Girl I got the glocky on my side
But still will show em' what these hands about
And bitch I'm all about a check
Like yeah lil ma we chasing bands now
And bitch, I'm all about respect
Like why they tryna be my friend now

I told lil momma just move those hips
Oh you dance now
Like just bring me the money
If you know you owe me
Pay me in advance now
That ain't a glocky on my side
Girl why you tryna pull my pants down
And she a freak, oh no
I caught her ass up hands down

And don't try to press me
Best get that nigga out my face
I feel like I'm the best for ya
No can't nobody take my place
And off the gas I'm feelin' too high
I might fly away

And don't know why they try
Unless they tryna run a fade
I smoke that dope, to relax me
They actin' like I don't stress, I'm unhappy
Feelin' like my life is a mess
But all I can do right now is pray
And let my God do the rest
Like what would Juice say
I get high when I'm upset

And I been on the road, can't fail
Cause right now oh girl I'm miles away
Was supposed to be temporary
That turned to where I stay

I see a problem
Can't express it, so I run away
And I promise I wont leave you, girl
But right now ain't too much I can take
And I don't wanna fight no more
Girl, I'm tired of all the lying
Like baby what we fightin' for
Oh, baby, tell me, why you cryin'

Oh but the truth is
We both just got our own stress
Oh girl, the truth is
I don't know what the truth is

(Alright)

I told lil momma just move those hips
Oh you dance now
Like just bring me the money
If you know you owe me
Pay me in advance now
That ain't a glocky on my side
Girl why you tryna pull my pants down
And she a freak, oh no
I caught her ass up hands down