fukkk da feds

i said i woke up in the morning and i gave that bitch some head

then i count that bank

i got lots of bread. money in my bed

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread. last time she see me i was ducking face

told that bitch to hide me

i know that bitch was scared. money in my bed

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds. motherfucker feds

i could get locked up again

i got it in my hands

click-clack and i'm spread

make sure that i leave you land

then shoot up your man

a hundred grands in my pants

don't reach for it again

now i'm a shoot off your hands

study boys

i be with them

i be in your face with them

i begin your feast with them

i be told that he with them

does he sound like he with them

in bullets i'm leaving him

he said that he blowing glizzeis

i know that he freez with them. study boys and glowy boys that's dc to j loys

when they talk shit

we kill 'em boys

carry guns back

they chillin' boys

we kill 'em

boy

you kill the noise

straight headshot

we kill 'em boys

you wanna get in touch

bullets filling

boy

smuggle all out

can't hear it

boy. i wake up getting hit

take love under my bed

running round

double trade

i leave a nigga dead

if you find it with my bread and all my door ahead

i never talk to feds put down on my man. i woke up in the morning and i gave that bitch some head

then i count that bank

i got lots of bread. money in my bed

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread. last time she see me i was ducking face

told that bitch to hide me

i know that bitch was scared. money in my bed

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds. slutty boys and gbe who running back in feds

i got thirty in my pocket

i probably pop at your head

get some stripper bitches in my bed

yo. craziest thing about this life is that i should be dead

fuck it

though

i ain't never scared

bitch

we're out now

when you get high with gbe it be no coming down

i made your bitch eat my bitch pussy 'cause i run shit

just look who i'm running with

a hundred clip

three hundred shit

fag glish

i keep hitting and i pray you stay awake

in the south- east on a couch

sleep

or i might be on south beach

either way

count many cake

steak is stripping my dinner plate

run a rib just to get away

start late

finish late

but fuck that

i'm successing

i'm upset 'cause you suspect

you got wits got locked up

went bankrupt

what's next?

i know where i go

get strapped up in that tight hole

me don't mean on be streeting

aj on pablo. i said i woke up in the morning and i gave that bitch some head

then i count that bank

i got lots of bread. money in my bed

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread

i got lots of bread. last time she see me i was ducking face

told that bitch to hide me

i know that bitch was scared. money in my bed

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds

motherfucker feds.