letra de feds on me - ybn lil bro
[intro]
shout out my n-gga, i can’t wait until the judge let him out
just ’cause i’m out on bond don’t mean that i won’t shoot you on this box
you was that n-gga back then, oh, yeah, i’m that n-gga now
[chorus]
feds on me, i can’t even have no guns in this house
she know she ain’t mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
tell bro i got him, i can’t let my lil’ n-gga down
maserati rick, n-gga, sellin’ crack was my job
what you do to me? i ain’t never know you was my opp
my b-tch think i’m cheatin’, i don’t even be lovin’ on these thots, thots love me
i be on your hood and on your block, lucky i don’t see you
knowin’ if i see a n-gga out, slime f-ckin’ city
[verse]
since i was a child, been out my mind, don’t give no f-cks
unc’ with the other side, i can’t show them n-ggas love
feelin’ too good, b-tch, i’m pro’d up in thе club
still young as f-ck, old n-ggas could never keep up
like why hе do that to him? sh-t, he was probably high as woods
see me out and do nothin’ ’cause n-ggas know this b-tch be tucked
i don’t care who comin’, watch me shoot this b-tch up
why every time i look up, a n-gga dyin’ with his gun?
my n-ggas died for this sh-t, that’s why i do this sh-t for us
you wanna ride with a n-gga, cool, show me you the one
you gon’ die, i hit you with this b-tch, ain’t no gettin’ up
i wake up takin’ more drugs after more drugs
my bro seen an opp in that b-tch and hung the phone up
lil’ bro know he can keep that sh-t, he don’t owe me nothin’
keep sayin’ i’m gon’ chill out ’cause this sh-t gettin’ old to me
get in tweaker mode, watch out how many n-ggas fold on me
need me a trophy for this sh-t, been doin’ this sh-t since i was young
in the county, 2019, had that b-tch under my bunk
i wasn’t fightin’ no n-gga like me, quick as h-ll with that gun
ridin’ for my n-ggas right or wrong, my n-gga, trust me
‘fore we get they boss, we gon’ make sure we get the money
ain’t sh-t to talk about, we just gon’ come through that b-tch bustin’
i’ll bet my last hundred, bet no n-gga ain’t gon’ touch me
‘fore this summer over, bet i get you n-ggas touched
[chorus]
feds on me, i can’t even have no guns in this house
she know she ain’t mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
tell bro i got him, i can’t let my lil’ n-gga down
maserati rick, n-gga, sellin’ crack was my job
what you do to me? i ain’t never know you was my opp
my b-tch think i’m cheatin’, i don’t even be lovin’ on these thots, thots love me
i be on your hood and on your block, lucky i don’t see you
knowin’ if i see a n-gga out, slime f-ckin’ city
[outro]
f-ck
slime f-ckin’ city
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