Feds Watching lyrics

[Intro]
(Nito)

[Verse]
The feds been watching me lately (Nito, what up, my n*gga?)
b*tch, I'll smack your ass, don't talk to me crazy
I don't get searched, I got a Glock when I'm walkin' on stages
I want it all up front, I ain't talkin' no payments
Yeah, and we can work it out
Bro just got ten more pounds, I think he workin' out
Stopped trappin', had to get a job 'cause it wasn't working out
Started rappin', eight months later, I got a hundred thousand
This ain't Chrome either, bro, this Public Housing
Was finna buy a pint from you, but it's lookin' cloudy
Ayy, I ain't scared of sh*t, n*gga, look who 'round me
I ain't even talkin' 'bout the n*ggas, bro, it's hella choppers
Still buyin' guns, we ain't never stoppin'
We got something that shoot one time, some got other options
Got a b*tch that I don't f*ck, she just wanna top me
Ho, the money longer than my arms, this sh*t got me smiling
Scarface, blicky on a car chase
He wanna be in the water, now his ass sharkbait
2023 Last Call, that's what the car say
Take that b*tch to a dead end and get the parts changed
Done being nice, bro, my heart changed
Don't call me 'bout a hundred dollars, bro, that's car change
Take a n*gga b*tch and go far away
I ain't been sh*ttin' on n*ggas, let me start today
Grab my Glock, roll a 'Wood, that's how I start the day
If you know how to make a play good, then you can start today
Asked the judge, "Ayy, what I gotta pay to get out today?"
Tell my brother grab it out the safe, mark that sh*t as paid
It was a ten-ball, b*tch
I got boxes of the drank, not that fentanyl sh*t
He think everything straight 'til we spin dog sh*t
n*gga, f*ck what I make, bro, I spend dog sh*t
Big dog sh*t, yeah
That n*gga look at me again, I'm goin' in dog sh*t
Put my brother on the dice and make him trim dog sh*t
b*tch, we only smokin' za, not that Chemdog sh*t
Yeah, tryna find what I'm finna wear my only problem
n*gga, I'll pop you, we shoot sh*t like Coney Island
n*gga, I'm a problem, I was raised by my mama
Spin a n*gga block like we was playin' spin the bottle
I ain't finna argue with a ho, b*tch, you got it
Drivin' stolen cars like we playin' cops and robbers
He was tryna up some money that can fit up in my wallet
If I pull some money out my hoodie pocket, It's gon' be a brick
And if it's not dog sh*t, it's gon' be a stick
I can't take my n*gga to events because he be on tip
Feds been watchin' me lately, so they know my whip
Three thousand just to get it wrapped, now they ain't knowin' sh*t