Fukkk Da Feds Lyrics - Singles - Fat Trel

I say I woke up in the mornin' 

And I gave my bitch some head 

Then I count that bag 

I got lots of bread 

Money in my bed 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

Last time she seen me 

I was duckin' feds 

Told that bitch to hide me 

I know that bitch was scared 

Money in my bed 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds 

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Motherfuck the feds 

I can't get locked up again 

But if I got it in my hands 

Click clack then I'm sprayin' 

Make sure that I leave you layin' 

Then shoot up your mans 

Hundred grand in my pants 

Don't reach for it again 

Know I'ma shoot off your hands 

Slutty Boyz I be with them 

I be getting on feats with them 

I be totin' heat with them 

Then sit down and feast with them 

Them bullets I leave in him 

If he say that he blowin' glizzy's 

I know that he freeze with them 

Bitch 

Slutty Boyz and Glory Boyz 

That's D.C. to Drillinois 

We ain't talkin' shit 

We kill them boys 

Cockin' guns back 

Then drillin' boys 

You ain't killin' boys 

You killin' noise 

Straight head shots 

We kill them boys 

Wanna get in touch 

Bullets fill them boys 

Smokin' loud packs 

Can't hear them boys 

I wake up gettin' head 

TEC live under my bed 

Hundred rounds double tread 

I leave a nigga dead 

If he fuckin' with my bread 

And on my daughter head 

I ain't never talked to feds 

Put that on my mans 

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I say I woke up in the mornin' 

And I gave my bitch some head 

Then I count that bag 

I got lots of bread 

Money in my bed 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

Last time she seen me 

I was duckin' feds 

Told that bitch to hide me 

I know that bitch was scared 

Money in my bed 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds 

Slutty Boyz and GBE we runnin' duckin' feds 

I got 30 in my pocket I probably pop at ya head doe 

Yeah ho keep some stripper bitches in my bed doe 

Crazy thing about this life is that I should be dead doe 

But fuck it doe 

I ain't never scared bitch we up now 

When you get high with GBE it be no comin' down 

I make your bitch eat my bitch pussy cause I run shit 

Just look who I'm runnin' with 

A hundred clip 3hunna shit 

Fat Gleesh I keep heat and I pray you stay away 

I'm in SouthEast on the couch asleep or I might be on South Beach 

Either way countin' plenty cake 

Steak and shrimp on my dinner plate 

Rental whip just to get away 

Start late finish late 

But fuck that I'm success 

And I'm upset cause you suspect 

You got rich got locked up 

Went bankrupt what's next 

I know where I go get strapped up in that Tahoe 

Meet me on P Street in AG I'm Pablo 

I say I woke up in the mornin' 

And I gave my bitch some head 

Then I count that bag 

I got lots of bread 

Money in my bed 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

I got lots of bread 

Last time she seen me 

I was duckin' feds 

Told that bitch to hide me 

I know that bitch was scared 

Money in my bed 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds 

Motherfuck the feds