Feds Watching lyrics

I feel like the feds been watching me, my momma say she prayin
I told these n*ggas quit actin like they with the gang, hoes talkin like they fans
A lot of these hoes be sl*ts, sh*t, a lot of these hoes be fans
We still send hoes on drops and get locations to your lil man

Cut throat killer, walking tunnel vision
Forever on point, forever with the plan
Forever gon dunk and these n*ggas jump
Dead body in the trunk and I heard that's your man (damn)
Trend and without no trend I put this sh*t on and I do it again
b*tch bad buildin, sold nothing from something and you gotta do it again
Opps ain't talking bout nothing them n*ggas keep duckin them switches come faster
My tape went number one without a budget
Broke n*ggas ain't nothin ain't did what i did
More choppas than a baby navy, 308 no little 380
Everything that we drive in the city a striker
The opps dont like us they life too basic
I can't wife her, i can't date her, she a street hoe, i can't save her
Sixty round drum on top of the brand new gun, a box on that b*tch like cable
I came from the slum where my lil n*gga 'lldo em and walk em down with a draco
n*gga play in this bih catch a halo
Hit em on 5 with the top till you lay low
Know lil ye know move when i say so
Tell em free Mac (and n*gga get whacked)
The judge say I'm trappin (more than I'm rappin)
I told him here couple years lay back
I feel like the feds been watching me, my momma say she prayin
I told these n*ggas quit actin like they with the gang, hoes talkin like they fans
A lot of these hoes be sl*ts, sh*t, a lot of these hoes be fans
We still send hoes on drops and get locations to your lil man

I got no bill love over my heart only thing i got choppers and bullets they sprayin
Nothin but opps, bullets hit em they vanish
Murder come thru thats a homicide van
Figure the block out, google the mouse
Go thru the back route, figure it out
While you was in school we was in the trap
n*gga we the one you was rappin about (pus*y)
No status ain't rockin this fashion
Rockin Givenchy, Free Jeffery, no asking
Put this sh*t on till I'm in the casket
Dead bodies disappearing like it's magic (wait..)

I feel like the feds been watching me, my momma say she prayin
I told these n*ggas quit actin like they with the gang, hoes talkin like they fans
A lot of these hoes be sl*ts, sh*t, a lot of these hoes be fans
We still send hoes on drops and get locations to your lil man