[Intro]

Federal, Federal, Federal

Three times, ugh

Yeah, yeah

You already know when I get in that muh' it's over

[Verse]

Can I be real? Can I vent?

I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain't built for this shit

I got different bitches texting my phone talkin' 'bout time we ain't spent

I went and bought my mama a new home for times we couldn't pay the rent

If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I'ma get?

I'm on some Federal shit

I'm rollin' the weed and poppin' the beans so I'm on some medical shit

She playin' with the pusssy, won't give it to me

Say she on some celibate shit

The same ho fuckin' the city

Man she on some playin' innocent shit

Heard they gon' take my chain, word of mouth

Since I got fame niggas feelin' left out

You wanna try but you know what I'm 'bout

I'm with the gang, they gon' air this bitch out, hey

You niggas can be sittin' right in my face

And you still couldn't see me

I drop a four and then pour me an eight

All you see is drank when I pee-pee

I'm rockin' a quarter milly worth of jewelry

These diamonds they shinin', they VV

I got your bitch in the bathroom

Open, we fuckin' like Nico and Mimi

I went hard with it

Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV

Them hitters'll shake your spot right now

If I point my finger like I'm ET

I ain't gon' lie, I'm addicted, I'm sprung

I put that Act in the Figi

I'm smokin' anthrax, my swag to the max

I'm young and fly, no DC

Niggas ain't gettin' money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah

Bitches in they feelings 'cause I left 'em in the past, yeah

I'm draped in designer, one thing you can't buy is swag, yeah

Ain't talkin' 'bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah

My niggas like that crash money

Just secure that bag money

Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy

I wake up and blow a bag

Just spent two stacks on sneakers

Smoking loud on speakers

Countin' money, yeah I'm 'bout the cheese, velveeta

She like Bagg you trifflin'

'Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater

She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang

Put her in a half like the meter, hey

They say I got ghost writers

Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful

Hold up, you lookin' at the superior

The chopper knock out his interior

I'm tryna get me some extras

I was fucked up, had the stretcher

I know these niggas ain't straight at all

I just play chess, not checkers

Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow

Now I'm scratching like I got eczema

I was fucked down, had to get back

She fuck my nigga for some get back

Nigga textin' where his bitch at

To my number, how he get that?

All the people didn't wan' fuck with me then

I made them regret that

Nike, I'm like where the check at?

Keep grindin' nigga, bet that