Lyrics:

Federal, federal, federal, federal, fed
Who? Out here talkin' to me?
Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it
We don't do diss songs, we clear the air
Go

Niggas be lyin' like raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
'Keep your eyes on the bread', I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)

I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C's (three)
Turned a Section 8 house to a Double Tree (trap)
Real niggas and hittas they run with me (gang)
BGE I'm protectin' the company (bread)
I done took the label to a whole other level (gone)
Now they respectin' my mind more
On a money spree
She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (why?)
I don't make time for her
I'm goin' in from the back
She like when my hands on her neck (ooh)
Give her that demon affect (ugh)
Blow her head up with a lie (how?)
Tell her, her pussy the best
Don't disrespect me with no treesha (no)
It's either Wock' or the Tech (pick)
Chargin' a hunnid a set (yeah)
Can you get higher than that? (Huh?)
Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet
Send a blitz out of stolo (go, go)
You the law, you the po-po (12)
Fuckin' your bitch I got mojo (ugh)
Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (right now)
Racks on me, loaded potato (right now)
Can't name a place where I can't go (no, no)
I bet' not trip, I replace hoes (swap out)
I'm in that don't give a fuck mode (federal, federal)

Niggas be lyin' like raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
'Keep your eyes on the bread', I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)

Man, this shit crazy (how?)
I put the drip on daily (real)
Like it's a special occasion (soft)
Know what I'm blazin'
Dang, my eyes all Asian like me and Johnnie related (haha)
Niggas wait 'til they get money, get gangsta
That's the type of shit that flush me (flush me)
Fuck you niggas and your support
You just act like it, you don't love me
I'm better than I was 'fore I started
When you gettin' real money, you don't bargain
Chrome Heart camo hat, niggas flodgin'
I told her, 'Come and eat me like you starvin'
Even in high school I was mobbin' (what that mean?)
Trappin', breakin', bitches robbin' (on it)
Ain't know I was gon' be this (nah)
But I knew I was gon' get me some money regardless (true)

Niggas be lyin' like raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
'Keep your eyes on the bread', I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)

(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
(Red dead, I'm still fuckin' bumpin', bro)