Feds Watchin

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Ah, I'm finna pour a bricky out for all my dead patnas (Two hunned)
And just to teach that boy a lesson I'm a leg shot him (Gang)
But if I stomp that nigga out I'm rocking red bottoms (On mamas)
Watch what I post up on the 'gram, I heard the Feds watchin'
Naw I can't post no underground I ain't got nothing to prove (Nigga nothin')
Still will slide up on your mans like I ain't got nothing to lose (Nigga nothin')
Get my nut then pull off on her watch me chuck the deuce (Deuces)
And sometimes I be waking up and be like, "fuck the booth" (Gang)
Give a fuck what niggas saying nigga shoot something (Shoot sum)
That shit don't even sound convincing nigga do something (Nigga do sum)
I only care about my bread nigga croutons (Croutons)
Twenty bands on me now but I'm two hun' (Two hunned)
You let him speak upon your brothеr you ain't no friend of mine
I ain't gon' fuck her at thе house we at the Renaissance (Gang)
Been drinking raw but not too much I probably sip a line
Punch a nigga in his jaw that's what you get for lying
Bitch

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Pull a skit in all Bape that's a ape attack
A nigga slide though the Crest, might not make it back
What the fuck is ten bands? I play with that
You niggas know when blood shed you can't take it back
Boy you spent thirty bands on your whole kit (Bust down)
Bitch I spent thirty bands on this froze wrist
I'ont even want the puss if ain't no dough wit' it
And I don't wanna buy the Glock if ain't no pole wit' it
Track 2's plus I did the Vlone wit' it
I love when she bounce that ass and touch the floor wit' it
Might just pull up in the tank like we No Limit
I don't wanna sign no deal I need more chicken (More bands)
I don't wanna sign no deal I'll do it to the neck
Don't need no nigga wit' me get to shooting to the neck
Your bitch love a nigga 'cause I do this shit the best
Whip that Gleek out and get to shooting like I'm Steph

[Verse 3: Damjonboi]
I was playing with this shit nigga now I'm worth a check
When you get to Seven Mile and Hayes make a left
Lame nigga keep on looking I'ma shoot him in his neck
Bad bitches getting fucked lame niggas getting pressed
Amiri jeans off the Gucci tee this shit don't even match
Fuck these hoes I just wish that I can get my niggas back
This bitch slapping, how many times I gotta say get the dough?
Big bag, I had to count this shit on the kitchen floor
Lying ass niggas cappin' over Pro Tools
Flying in the Bentley, drive that bitch like it's a old school
If she can bust juggs and count money then she hired
Count so much money last night it had me tired
That pussy wasn't shit but I swear the head was fire
Don't know why we smoking 'cause I swear I can't get no higher
Got drunk and told the lil' bitch I loved her, I was lying
Dog talking choppy, tell him when we catch him we gon' fry him

[Verse 4: Nuk]
That's a damn thirty
Fuck it I'ma teach my son to shoot like I'm Dale Curry
I'm outside, I be selling dog but I'm on 12 servers
Fuck her hard but I don't ever bust, she like them damn Perkies
I poured a pint up with DaBoii
I'm like, "Bro just pour up sixes", I brung ten lines from Detroit
Yeah I'm cutting competition, cut the price and giving more
Niggas think I'm SOB by how I ride around with the DaBoii
Shh, this exotic's a commercial
I got lil' brodie out here throwing 'bows like kicks and punches
My lil' niggas only want a jugg, come get this sight from me
I can wear Louis for a month 'cause I'm a Hyper Beast
No I ain't picking up no jugg I rather trap food
'Cause I went and sold four grams worth some Track 2's