Federal

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Yeah bitch (Hahahaha)
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, uh yuh
 We'll run up in ya spot (Beep)
 Yeah bitch nahh (Beep)
 I swiped a yacht, I'm up a band or two (Woo)
 Go get accounts what you better do (You better)
 Keep me some fruits not no vegetables
 Run up on me you gon' need some medical (Rrrah)
 Try to keep up lil bitch, we ahead of you (Yeeww)
 We hit for a hunnid don't care if it's Federal (God damn)
 Clutchin' reserves like a motherfuckin' Federal
 We smokin' on pounds while you smokin' on decimals
 I swiped a yacht, I'm up a band or two (bands)
 Go get accounts what you better do (You better)
 Keep me some fruits not no vegetables (Nope)
 Run up on me you gon' need some medical (Bop bop bop bop)
 Try to keep up lil bitch, we ahead of you
 We hit for a hunnid don't care if it's Federal (We hit for a hunnid!)
 Clutchin' reserves like a motherfuckin' Federal (Bah bah bah)
 We smokin' on pounds while you smokin' on decimals
 I been feelin' so deadlocked
 Locked up in my cell
 Straight V.O.P. sittin' with no bail (V.O.P.!)
 I been sending kites, steady writin' mail
 Thinkin' bout my baby goin' through hell (God damn)
 Co-defendents but you know I never tell (Nope)
 Time passin' slow, movin' like a snail
 No one else to blame, so I'll take the 'L'
 I'm back in blues with the same smell (What the fuck)
 I'm back in Conte in the same jail
 Tryna go for gold but I always fail (God damn)
 Tellin' real stories not no fairy tales
 Tired of eatin' balogne rather go pale (Fuck this shit)
 B-130 taught me how to prevail
 Told me stay focused, follow the right trail (They did)
 I been had my brothers, I don't need no rail
 From Miramar all the way to Dale
 Got these triple beams, I'm talkin' no scale
 I been servin' junkies with no scale
 When you tried to serve you got no skill (Ha)
 You thought you was trappin' but you off a pill (Woo)
 Nobody speakin' for you, you ain't tryna kill
 So why you bought a glock if you ain't tryna kill?
 Not in the league but still doing drills
 Know some niggas that'll cut you for the thrill
 They so cold blooded, they don't even chill
 We ain't stoppin' till we get a hunnid mil
 Fuck what you say and fuck how you feel
 Peel your top back like an orange peel
 Think shit shit a game, no Key & Peele
 I'll bust your brain, bring the highlight reel
 Yah, Yah... nigga bring the highlight reel!
 I swiped a yacht, I'm up a band or two (Woo)
 Go get accounts what you better do (You better)
 Keep me some fruits not no vegetables
 Run up on me you gon' need some medical (Rrrah)
 Try to keep up lil bitch, we ahead of you (Yeeww)
 We hit for a hunnid don't care if it's Federal (God damn)
 Clutchin' reserves like a motherfuckin' Federal
 We smokin' on pounds while you smokin' on decimals
 I swiped a yacht, I'm up a band or two (bands)
 Go get accounts what you better do (You better)
 Keep me some fruits not no vegetables (Nope)
 Run up on me you gon' need some medical (Bop bop bop bop)
 Try to keep up lil bitch, we ahead of you
 We hit for a hunnid don't care if it's Federal (We hit for a hunnid!)
 Clutchin' reserves like a motherfuckin' Federal (Bah bah bah)
 We smokin' on pounds while you smokin' on decimals (Huahhh)
 That's how it sounds when you get hit with the County man, ha
 Yeah, That's that Jet-Li for your ass
 That's what you call a county sentence bitch
 Free my nigga A1 hoe
 Solo!
 

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Duration
02:18
Key
10
Tempo
76 BPM

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