To the Feds

Shit Getting Spooky

[Hook]
I lost my dog to the feds
Hit lick and spilt the bread
Money counter count the deads
I’m trippie a poured up some red
I can’t compete with my n****s
I’m trying eat with my n****s
RIP to my n***a, I wish I could be with my n***a
Headshot headshot
We don’t do leg shots, Draco red dot
I’m on fire red hot
God the only man that fear
Cartier lens now my vision is clear
Counting cash like a cashier
I feel like the man of the year

[Verse]
Momma told my stop trapping I ain’t listen
Fucked ya hoe that the reason she missing
And I had to play my position
Rocking red bottoms ima Christian
I was stacking saving my commission
Turn a hood bitch into a vixen
Took a lost but that come with game
Ima get it back I ain’t tripping
Wipe his nose like a head cold
And the devil trying take my soul
Maui Mac pendant fully gold
Hood n***a hoping out a Rolls
Know some solid n****s never told
This the life a young n***a chose
I had to get to the street money
Long Live Bankroll

Yea yea
My block was hot like the middle of June
Fuck all the fed they gotta free June
Pop a lil perc and I go to the moon
I’m whipping the bowl wit fork and spoon
I went to war you can still see my wounds
I left my ex because I needed some room
They gotta free Mojoe, he coming home soon

Yea yea
I feel like beast when I look in the mirror
She can never go find a n***a who realer
I’m praying the lord looking over my spirit
Whenever my n****s call I let them hear it
I got me a bag from that vacuum sealer
Sipping on activist fucked up my liver
I can not give no fuck about no n***a

Smoking all this dope this cookie it give me a head high
You’ll think I’m haunted, my pockets filled up with these dead guys
I took a flight LA I had to book a red eye
It hurt the whole city when they heard my fucking mans died
(RIP Shawn)

[Hook]
I lost my dog to the feds
Hit lick and spilt the bread
Money counter count the deads
I’m trippie a poured up some red
I can’t compete with my n****s
I’m trying eat with my n****s
RIP to my n***a, I wish I could be with my n***a
Headshot headshot
We don’t do leg shots, Draco red dot
I’m on fire red hot
God the only man that fear
Cartier lens now my vision is clear
Counting cash like a cashier
I feel like the man of the year

I feel like beast when I look in the mirror
She can never go find a n***a who realer
I’m praying the lord looking over my spirit
Whenever my n****s call I let them hear it