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babyfxce e - feds watching lyrics

[intro]
(nito)

[verse]
the feds been watching me lately (nito, what up, my n+gga?)
b+tch, i’ll smack your ass, don’t talk to me crazy
i don’t get searched, i got a glock when i’m walkin’ on stages
i want it all up front, i ain’t talkin’ no payments
yeah, and we can work it out
bro just got ten more pounds, i think he workin’ out
stopped trappin’, had to get a job ’cause it wasn’t working out
started rappin’, eight months later, i got a hundred thousand
this ain’t chrome either, bro, this public housing
was finna buy a pint from you, but it’s lookin’ cloudy
ayy, i ain’t scared of sh+t, n+gga, look who ’round me
i ain’t even talkin’ ’bout the n+ggas, bro, it’s h+lla choppers
still buyin’ guns, we ain’t never stoppin’
we got something that shoot one time, some got other options
got a b+tch that i don’t f+ck, she just wanna top me
ho, the money longer than my arms, this sh+t got me smiling
scarface, bl!cky on a car chase
he wanna be in the water, now his ass sharkbait
2023 last call, that’s what the car say
take that b+tch to a dead end and get the parts changed
done being nice, bro, my heart changed
don’t call me ’bout a hundred dollars, bro, that’s car change
take a n+gga b+tch and go far away
i ain’t been sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, let me start today
grab my glock, roll a ‘wood, that’s how i start the day
if you know how to make a play good, then you can start today
asked the judge, “ayy, what i gotta pay to get out today?”
tell my brother grab it out the safe, mark that sh+t as paid
it was a ten+ball, b+tch
i got boxes of the drank, not that fentanyl sh+t
he think everything straight ’til we spin dog sh+t
n+gga, f+ck what i make, bro, i spend dog sh+t
big dog sh+t, yeah
that n+gga look at me again, i’m goin’ in dog sh+t
put my brother on the dice and make him trim dog sh+t
b+tch, we only smokin’ za, not that chemdog sh+t
yeah, tryna find what i’m finna wear my only problem
n+gga, i’ll pop you, we shoot sh+t like coney island
n+gga, i’m a problem, i was raised by my mama
spin a n+gga block like we was playin’ spin the bottle
i ain’t finna argue with a ho, b+tch, you got it
drivin’ stolen cars like we playin’ cops and robbers
he was tryna up some money that can fit up in my wallet
if i pull some money out my hoodie pocket, it’s gon’ be a brick
and if it’s not dog sh+t, it’s gon’ be a stick
i can’t take my n+gga to events because he be on tip
feds been watchin’ me lately, so they know my whip
three thousand just to get it wrapped, now they ain’t knowin’ sh+t

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