ฟังเพลงFukkk da Feds

I say I woke up in the mornin'

And I gave my B***h some head

Then I count that bag

I got lots of bread

Money in my bed

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

Last time she seen me

I was duckin' feds

Told that B***h to hide me

I know that B***h was scared

Money in my bed

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

I can't get locked up again

But if I got it in my hands

Click clack then I'm sprayin'

Make sure that I leave you layin'

Then shoot up your mans

Hundred grand in my pants

Don't reach for it again

Know I'ma shoot off your hands

Slutty Boyz I be with them

I be getting on feats with them

I be totin' heat with them

Then sit down and feast with them

Them bullets I leave in him

If he say that he blowin' glizzy's

I know that he freeze with them

B***h

Slutty Boyz and Glory Boyz

That's D C to Drillinois

We ain't talkin' s**t

We kill them boys

Cockin' guns back

Then drillin' boys

You ain't killin' boys

You killin' noise

Straight head shots

We kill them boys

Wanna get in touch

Bullets fill them boys

Smokin' loud packs

Can't hear them boys

I wake up gettin' head

TEC live under my bed

Hundred rounds double tread

I leave a n***a dead

If he f**kin' with my bread

And on my daughter head

I ain't never talked to feds

Put that on my mans

I say I woke up in the mornin'

And I gave my B***h some head

Then I count that bag

I got lots of bread

Money in my bed

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

Last time she seen me

I was duckin' feds

Told that B***h to hide me

I know that B***h was scared

Money in my bed

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

Slutty Boyz and GBE we runnin' duckin' feds

I got 30 in my pocket I probably pop at ya head doe

Yeah ho keep some stripper B*****s in my bed doe

Crazy thing about this life is that I should be dead doe

But f**k it doe

I ain't never scared B***h we up now

When you get high with GBE it be no comin' down

I make your B***h eat my B***h P***y cause I run s**t

Just look who I'm runnin' with

A hundred clip 3hunna s**t

Fat Gleesh I keep heat and I pray you stay away

I'm in SouthEast on the couch asleep or I might be on South Beach

Either way countin' plenty cake

Steak and shrimp on my dinner plate

Rental whip just to get away

Start late finish late

But f**k that I'm success

And I'm upset cause you suspect

You got rich got locked up

Went bankrupt what's next

I know where I go get strapped up in that Tahoe

Meet me on P Street in AG I'm Pablo

I say I woke up in the mornin'

And I gave my B***h some head

Then I count that bag

I got lots of bread

Money in my bed

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread

Last time she seen me

I was duckin' feds

Told that B***h to hide me

I know that B***h was scared

Money in my bed

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds

Motherf**k the feds