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ybn lil bro – feds on me lyrics

[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

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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