Feds lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef & Tarentino]
(Yung Chop on the beat)
Aye, yeah gang in this b*tch man
Aye, Tarentino gang gang gang gang
Yeah Tarentino in this b*tch man
21 in this b*tch man, n*ggas tweakin' in this b*tch, I'm out here
Put the SIG on n*ggas man
Bang bang bang on these n*ggas man
n*gga talkin' crazy, I'm about to kill him
f*ck it Sosa kill him
Sosa what up gang gang
Bah bah bah bah
Fifth gang baby, xanny gang baby ( bah bah bah)
Situation gang baby, gang members
Get it gang baby
You know how we rockin' baby (bow)
Cutoff stockings baby
Keep kush in my pocket
Gang members in this b*tch
All designer, get your grind up n*gga
Got a Breitling for the timing n*gga
Ayy

[Chorus]
Hit a n*gga up I don't give a f*ck
I'mma smoke Tooka 'til I lose it (bang)
Hit a n*gga with this mothaf*ckin' Uzi (bang)
Leave a n*gga mothaf*ckin' clueless (bang bang bang)
Take a Swisher blunt and I fill it up (dope)
I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it (nah)
Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it (dope)
Four wheel drive n*gga how I flew it
Up this choppa then hit you up (grah bang)
Then pick you up that b*tch lift you up (grah bang)
I dropped some racks and I picked it up (bang)
Ballin', take the ball and kick it up (gang)
Pull on your block with a lot of guns (skrt skrt)
Let off a lot of shots now it's red n*gga (bang bang n*gga)
Ain't no yellow tape it's red n*gga (bang bang n*gga)
Still watching out for the feds n*gga (gang)
[Verse 1]
Hit a n*gga up I don't give a f*ck (nah)
I'll do drugs 'til I'm dead n*gga (bang bang, gang n*gga)
Middle fingers n*gga no lead n*gga (huh)
Then get shots to the head n*gga (bang bang, aye, bang)
Come through spark when I can n*gga (skrt, bang, bang)
Start running hope yo pus*y ass got wind n*gga
There's a gun tucked in my unders (huh) and up this b*tch thunder
I'ma chase your ass while you running
Smoking sticky pack stinky onion
I come though and I'm stunting
I'm always fresh like I'm going to a luncheon
Spent twenty bands today, got twenty bands this morning
I'm in London with Kanye and we smoking on that chronic
For him throw your ass in a lake
These bullets have your pus*y ass running
I wonder, I wonder why these f*ck n*ggas be stunting
Death row you ain't even gotta play
I know your pus*y ass watching

[Hook]
Hit a n*gga up I don't give a f*ck
I'mma smoke tooka 'til I lose it
Hit a n*gga with this mothaf*ckin' Uzi
Leave a n*gga mothaf*ckin' clueless
Take a Swisher blunt and fill it up
I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it
Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it
Four wheel drive n*gga how I flew it
Up this choppa then hit you up
Then pick you up that b*tch lift you up
I dropped some racks and I picked it up
Ballin', take the ball and kick it up
Pull on your block with a lot of guns
Let off a lot of shots now it's red n*gga
Ain't no yellow tape it's red n*gga
Still watching out for the feds n*gga
[Verse 2]
Lil' Fufu ass where they do that at
Where who be at where you be at
Pull up on a n*gga block where foolie at
Catch your ass n*gga where your toolie at
I'm high b*tch just like Cooly ass
You ain't making no hits yo bootie ass
Come through with my guns and they loonie ass
Shooting at any n*gga goofy ass
My cuckoo ass came through with a mac
My Zoes come through and put a tool on your ass
You got a lil dash, I got two in the dash
Rich f*ck n*gga gon' lose his gas
Got my jewels in the coup and the goo with the loop
We be the goo when the goo in the bag
Moving the crews and I'm moving the loot
Whip pistols, catch you, it's a trap
Never like it n*gga know how I move
With tools a gang a crew and goo
Running them hoes get it back them Rolls
I loop I loop I loop I loop
I don't give a f*ck I run my shooters
They shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot
R.I.P BL double O D soo woo, soo woo, soo woo, soo woo

[Hook]
Hit a n*gga up I don't give a f*ck
I'mma smoke tooka 'til I lose it
Hit a n*gga with this mothaf*ckin' Uzi
Leave a n*gga mothaf*ckin' clueless
Take a Swisher blunt and fill it up
I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it
Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it
Four wheel drive n*gga how I flew it
Up this choppa then hit you up
Then pick you up that b*tch lift you up
I dropped some racks and I picked it up
Ballin', take the ball and kick it up
Pull on your block with a lot of guns
Let off a lot of shots now it's red n*gga
Ain't no yellow tape it's red n*gga (nah)
Still watching out for the feds n*gga (gang gang, n*gga)
[Outro]
Gang n*gga
Gang n*gga gang
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