Feds Watchin lyrics

[Intro]
(WoodOnTheBeat)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Ah, I'm finna pour a bricky out for all my dead patnas (Two hunned)
And just to teach that boy a lesson I'm a leg shot him (Gang)
But if I stomp that n*gga out I'm rocking red bottoms (On mamas)
Watch what I post up on the 'gram, I heard the Feds watchin'
Naw I can't post no underground I ain't got nothing to prove (n*gga nothin')
Still will slide up on your mans like I ain't got nothing to lose (n*gga nothin')
Get my nut then pull off on her watch me chuck the deuce (Deuces)
And sometimes I be waking up and be like, "f*ck the booth" (Gang)
Give a f*ck what n*ggas saying n*gga shoot something (Shoot sum)
That sh*t don't even sound convincing n*gga do something (n*gga do sum)
I only care about my bread n*gga croutons (Croutons)
Twenty bands on me now but I'm two hun' (Two hunned)
You lеt him speak upon your brother you ain't no friend of minе
I ain't gon' f*ck her at the house we at the Renaissance (Gang)
Been drinking raw but not too much I probably sip a line
Punch a n*gga in his jaw that's what you get for lying
b*tch

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Pull a skit in all Bape that's a ape attack
A n*gga slide though the Crest, might not make it back
What the f*ck is ten bands? I play with that
You n*ggas know when blood shed you can't take it back
Boy you spent thirty bands on your whole kit (Bust down)
b*tch I spent thirty bands on this froze wrist
I'ont even want the puss if ain't no dough wit' it
And I don't wanna buy the Glock if ain't no pole wit' it
Track 2's plus I did the Vlone wit' it
I love when she bounce that ass and touch the floor wit' it
Might just pull up in the tank like we No Limit
I don't wanna sign no deal I need more chicken (More bands)
I don't wanna sign no deal I'll do it to the neck
Don't need no n*gga wit' me get to shooting to the neck
Your b*tch love a n*gga 'cause I do this sh*t the best
Whip that Gleek out and get to shooting like I'm Steph
[Verse 3: Damjonboi]
I was playing with this sh*t n*gga now I'm worth a check
When you get to Seven Mile and Hayes make a left
Lame n*gga keep on looking I'ma shoot him in his neck
Bad b*tches getting f*cked lame n*ggas getting pressed
Amiri jeans off the Gucci tee this sh*t don't even match
f*ck these hoes I just wish that I can get my n*ggas back
This b*tch slapping, how many times I gotta say get the dough?
Big bag, I had to count this sh*t on the kitchen floor
Lying ass n*ggas cappin' over Pro Tools
Flying in the Bentley, drive that b*tch like it's a old school
If she can bust juggs and count money then she hired
Count so much money last night it had me tired
That pus*y wasn't sh*t but I swear the head was fire
Don't know why we smoking 'cause I swear I can't get no higher
Got drunk and told the lil' b*tch I loved her, I was lying
Dog talking choppy, tell him when we catch him we gon' fry him

[Verse 4: Nuk]
That's a damn thirty
f*ck it I'ma teach my son to shoot like I'm Dale Curry
I'm outside, I be selling dog but I'm on 12 servers
f*ck her hard but I don't ever bust, she like them damn Perkies
I poured a pint up with DaBoii
I'm like, "Bro just pour up sixes", I brung ten lines from Detroit
Yeah I'm cutting competition, cut the price and giving more
n*ggas think I'm SOB by how I ride around with the DaBoii
Shh, this exotic's a commercial
I got lil' brodie out here throwing 'bows like kicks and punches
My lil' n*ggas only want a jugg, come get this sight from me
I can wear Louis for a month 'cause I'm a Hyper Beast
No I ain't picking up no jugg I rather trap food
'Cause I went and sold four grams worth some Track 2's