Feds On Me lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out my n*gga, I can't wait until the judge let him out
Just ’cause I'm out on bond don't mean that I won’t shoot you on this box
You was that n*gga back then, oh, yeah, I'm that n*gga now

[Chorus]
Feds on me, I can't even have no guns in this house
She know she ain't mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
Tell bro I got him, I can't let my lil' n*gga down
Maserati Rick, n*gga, sellin' crack was my job
What you do to me? I ain't never know you was my opp
My b*tch think I’m cheatin’, I don't even be lovin’ on these thots, thots love me
I be on your hood and on your block, lucky I don't see you
Knowin' if I see a n*gga out, slime f*ckin' city

[Verse]
Since I was a child, been out my mind, don’t give no f*cks
Unc' with the other side, I can't show them n*ggas love
Feelin' too good, b*tch, I'm pro'd up in thе club
Still young as f*ck, old n*ggas could never keep up
Like why hе do that to him? sh*t, he was probably high as Woods
See me out and do nothin' 'cause n*ggas know this b*tch be tucked
I don't care who comin', watch me shoot this b*tch up
Why every time I look up, a n*gga dyin' with his gun?
My n*ggas died for this sh*t, that's why I do this sh*t for us
You wanna ride with a n*gga, cool, show me you the one
You gon' die, I hit you with this b*tch, ain't no gettin' up
I wake up takin' more drugs after more drugs
My bro seen an opp in that b*tch and hung the phone up
Lil' bro know he can keep that sh*t, he don't owe me nothin'
Keep sayin' I'm gon' chill out 'cause this sh*t gettin' old to me
Get in tweaker mode, watch out how many n*ggas fold on me
Need me a trophy for this sh*t, been doin' this sh*t since I was young
In the county, 2019, had that b*tch under my bunk
I wasn't fightin' no n*gga like me, quick as hell with that gun
Ridin' for my n*ggas right or wrong, my n*gga, trust me
'Fore we get they boss, we gon' make sure we get the money
Ain't sh*t to talk about, we just gon' come through that b*tch bustin'
I'll bet my last hundred, bet no n*gga ain't gon' touch me
'Fore this summer over, bet I get you n*ggas touched
[Chorus]
Feds on me, I can't even have no guns in this house
She know she ain't mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
Tell bro I got him, I can't let my lil' n*gga down
Maserati Rick, n*gga, sellin' crack was my job
What you do to me? I ain't never know you was my opp
My b*tch think I'm cheatin', I don't even be lovin' on these thots, thots love me
I be on your hood and on your block, lucky I don't see you
Knowin' if I see a n*gga out, slime f*ckin' city

[Outro]
f*ck
Slime f*ckin' city