Feds Watching

[Intro]
(Nito)

[Verse]
The feds been watching me lately (Nito, what up, my nigga?)
Bitch, 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 shit, nigga, look who 'round me
I ain't even talkin' 'bout the niggas, 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 bitch that I don't fuck, she just wanna top me
Ho, the money longer than my arms, this shit 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 bitch 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 nigga bitch and go far away
I ain't been shittin' on niggas, 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 shit as paid
It was a ten-ball, bitch
I got boxes of the drank, not that fentanyl shit
He think everything straight 'til we spin dog shit
Nigga, fuck what I make, bro, I spend dog shit
Big dog shit, yeah
That nigga look at me again, I'm goin' in dog shit
Put my brother on the dice and make him trim dog shit
Bitch, we only smokin' za, not that Chemdog shit
Yeah, tryna find what I'm finna wear my only problem
Nigga, I'll pop you, we shoot shit like Coney Island
Nigga, I'm a problem, I was raised by my mama
Spin a nigga block like we was playin' spin the bottle
I ain't finna argue with a ho, bitch, 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 shit, it's gon' be a stick
I can't take my nigga 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' shit