Feds

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We spin on your block with a mac
My niggas be bustin we aim at your back
You loving these bitches these bitches be rats
But when I walk in they be like who that
These niggas they hate on the kid ‘cause I’m shining
We got the same 24 why you whining
Look at my diamonds you know that they blinding
I’m blowing up this shit perfect timing
Pull up to third ward with a mac
Put the extended clip in the back
Steady telling hoes we gon’ be back
Hit up the gala we spending them racks
Me and my niggas we pulling up we fresh
Look at my diamonds they vvs
I got the shit tatted on my chest
Bot you ain’t shooting you ain’t got a tec
Boy we stay smoking on muh’fucking gas
If you want smoke it’s puff puff pass
Can not touch that bitch if she don’t got no ass
Can’t book me if you don’t got cash
Momma told me that these niggas gon’ hate
That shit in my blood, that’s how I was raised
I pray up to God I’m beating this case
Your niggas be be hoeing be snitching to jail
My bitches gon’ ride ‘til I’m in the grave
Cut that bitch off but didn’t have a blade
Used to eat noodles but now I eat steak
Now I just bang on my chest like an ape
My bitch mad I don’t give a fuck
I pull up at home I tear her shit up
They hate on the kid ‘cause I’m making bucks
Why you hate on me, ‘cause you suck
I’m sipping that activis pouring up lean
Please do not hate on me I’m in your dreams
Your bitch so wet you know she a fiend
I’m counting that blue and counting that green
I feel like the rock ‘cause you know I won’t lose
My niggas pull up and we give you the blues
My bitch fuck your bitch then we go on a cruise
You niggas so weird addicted to juuls
I’m riding around, you won’t see me lacking
Your bitch hit me up, she like what I’m packing
I got that drank, you know that I’m taxing
I keep a 40 you know that I’m blasting
Yeah we just pull up and murk on your block
Your bitch fucking because i’m in a drop
Yeah it’s yeroc and you know I won’t stop
Just like a pill you niggas get popped