The Feds

(الألبوم: Guerrilla - 2012)

A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds
A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds

No reliable job, just a plug in the scale
A car of stacks for the mob, another stack for my bill
My mother works two jobs, still going through hell
Rent due on fifth lights due on twelfth
Got no government help, we gotta get it ourselves
So I went and got a position in department of sales
Momma didn't approve and take no gingers to tell
But it's paying the bills so she'll get used to the smell
And I got used to the money, yea I got used to the filth
Gained more clientele, got introduced to the thrill
I get along with the dope, the dope money that is
And if I go right now, can't leave the shit in my whip
Can't leave this shit for my kids, all the work I did
All the lives I've risked, it still don't mean shit
Well if I go back to the trap my glow will match what I flip
If the rap shit work I'm more than happy to quit

A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds
A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds

I found out a way, with no steady pay
I cut my plug, I slam dunk, now he scared straight
I got no money to spend
Can't look my bitch in the face
All the money I made, no intentions to save
When it rains it pours, no umbrella or shade
But I'm a grown head man so I got no one to blame
My grand daddy was a dope boy, uncle the same
Worked twenty years late still nothing has changed
But we ball yea we ball like wave bossing chains
Yea we never plan to stop till we all in the shade
Living with all our clothes now we all got dreams
To be Tony Montana, nothing but a triple B
Fuck school (Fuck school), Fuck work (Fuck work)
Get in with the work then spend like it's coming back again
Like the money jumping back for a guaranteed win
Knowing ball might end on the tin

A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds
A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds

Lito trash bag gang oh, still riding filthy
High as realty on the Beverly Hills Street
Just servin, trying not to get popped
What you know about real beef?
With like thirty grand in my pants, no hundred bills no fifty's
Twenty five and a half for thirty years that accomplish
I hit alert on the chirp soon as pull in the complex
We all started so on, I just wanted them joys
Them J's turning some voyages and now I want me a fortune
I got my own reinforcement fully auto, full of hollows
The drum older honey going the speed limit and a Hindu woulda ram your bar
That why I don't race, that's why I buy V8
Say baby I need space for the high speed chase
Cause if they catch me with this stupid grip and his chief
They look like her people, policy, all this shit
Pull like this, my guns ain't legit
I got some red bottles full of purple shit
And my glove compartment full of purpose here
I ain't pulling over unless you park us here

A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds
A bad bitch in the front
A bag of bricks in the trunk
I've got a drum on the K
I've got a grip on the pump
Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head
Cause if they catch my ass, I'm going straight to the feds