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I go fed i got bars, Viagra i go hard.
When I said I'm going federal, niggas thought I caught a charge.
Federal, federal, federal. we in the trap house w/it!
Uh, uh, uh. yeah, yeah. hold up wait,
Trap house you maggots! federal, fed everything.
Mane they thought I caught a charge!
I'm on my ion give a fuck shit, that what federal stand fa
I go fed i got bars, Viagra i go hard.
When I said I'm going federal, niggas thought I caught a charge.
Money long, extra large
Like a game of tomp, play ya cards
Weed smell like a fart
Bread game, I'm the serg
I just smashed some twins, but thought they was one, I couldn't tell em apart. came in the crib, sent her straight to the back, treated ha like Rosa parks
Rat a tat tat tat tat tat tat, them choppas gone spark ya
Relations ian really w/that, like a dodge car, I just wanna charge her
I got bars like a school bus, niggas try me then my crew bussing
Like the Mata or a nut, nigga
Like a phone call you get hit up nigga (hello)
Flow crazy, disabled
They watching me like I'm cable
They like damn is he cheating cause he can't lose, selling o's no bagels
Swag doper than a qaylo
You better swear that I'm here
Wrist froze, neck cold
Ain't talking bout kicking it when I say I'm chilling (i'm cooling though)
Yeah I'm talking bout money when I say I'm getting it
Problems nawh ian never worried
Restaurant, where they at I need serving
Come & get you one like a penigeron
Clean as hell like they walking with detergent
Shoes & belt match a nigga shirt
I keep the drink my lil bitch a nurse
You can smell the lean when a nigga burp
I was getting it in on the 15 & first
Stuffing dope in my bitch Celine purse
Na it call fa a 16 verse, walk in the club without getting searched
From nothing to something mane
Oh it feel good, oh it feel good
Everywhere I'm with that bumping mane
Transmission in in yo hood
They lock me up I quickly made bond
Lil paper wunt shit to a don
Making a way for my daughters & my sons
I'm in the booth right na with my bond
You wanna see me jammed like a high point gun cause I'm rolling up like fuck these thumbs
Back & forward in a foreign ping pong
Say you serving but ya phone ain't rung, ian heard shit
Mane I'm high as a motherfucker need some to just to lean on
Jewelry look like I sprayed oil sheen on it
Aye when I said I was going federal ya know
I wunt talking bout no prison bars or no shit like that
I'm talking bout this shit right here nigga