Niggaz Goin Fed

[Intro: Ruben Slikk, Mr. B the Poshstronaut, and Lofty305]
(...B, bitch, welcome to the Kush-)
Hello?
Ay, what's up y'all boys?
What's up?
What y'all boys know about that onion or that white?
Uh, nah buddy
I can get that?
Nah, you can't dawg, he dry
Whatchu' mean no?
Dawg, he dry, I just told you fuckboy!
Aw, fuck
Pussy ass nigga
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I'ma holla at y'all boys though, alright? I'ma see y'all boys later, though
Man, fuck you
Fuck you, don't call me no more, nigga, you a snitch
Alright, gotta go [?]
Yo' daddy's a [?], nigga, fuck you
Alright, peace
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[Chorus: Lofty305]
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
I'm tired of the Ratatouille ooey-gooey chumps
Who he? Snitch nigga, bitch nigga, grow a pussy and some booty
Scared of the jail cell so you might as well tell
Boy, I see yo' rat tail, to you I will not sell
Echo on my Nextel when I call your number
Maybe you could catch me if I was a little dumber
Real niggas over here catching [?] slumber
Cutting niggas off like axe to a lumber
Ratting-ass nigga, I'ma call you Winslow
We ain't Catdog, nigga, we ain't kinfolk
You was acting suspect straight from the intro
Calling 'bout cocaine, asking for indo'
You can send yo' texts and requests
Straight to the fiery pit of Hell in which you rest
Sometime in the future when somebody shoot ya'
Snitching ass niggas get fried like yuca

[Chorus: Lofty305]
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round

[Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
I be trying to stay faithful while these niggas going fed
I just rather be popped than my morals in the bed
Fuck a fed and all these niggas snitching on me
Trying to come around my place planting shit on me
Think I'm naïve, nigga? Aw hell, fuck that
Yeah, no time for coke, man, nigga, fuck that
Real niggas stand up, fair niggas fall back
Getting mango with the lawn, give they dad a call back
Yeah, you know who you are, I done seen you at yo' car
With yo' daddy right beside you taking cuffs off yo' arm, man
Sound the alarm 'cause these perpetrators hearing you
Nominee for newest fed nigga of the year
Yeah, nigga, I done said it and no, I don't regret it
Memorizing every cop then acting to forget it
Stupid nigga turn you in for a little piece of lettuce
But he don't understand that my gun be my fetish, bitch

[Chorus: Lofty305]
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round

[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
[?] ain't shit, black nine
Full clip, weed splitting on them snitching ass pussies
Stimulating high strap, pressing rounds on them rat
Now they wet like I left they bitch pussy
Fuck niggas, call them crackers, steady acting like a manic
Crying like a girl before the fucking jury
Bootleg deploys, unemployed
Got roped by them boys, now they snitching like the movie
Some niggas know killers who be chopping snitchers
Up like a motherfucking strawberry smoothie
So when them crackers tell you snitch, better button up yo' lip
'Less yo' ass wanna die, don't do it
Nerd ass tattletale, put a nigga in a cell
I ain't tripping 'cause my life is a movie
Fear flow felony, heart bitter like lemons be
AC got me shivering like a jit in the spelling bee
Oh, he draped in red for that murder, these niggas telling me
Stay free, don't fall for the dream that the crackers selling me
...

[Chorus: Lofty305]
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round
Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground
Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down
Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round