Lyrics Feds - Lucas Coly

Feds

You know I get in the booth
Yeah shitty shit in my notepad
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Blowing kush in the air got my mind racing
I just gotta get it I can’t spend no time waiting
Nigga tell me what you doing when your mind racing
Ya, I got problems on me now but I’m not tripping
Cuz I’m just tryna get that bread nigga
Niggas let me down, so now I’m fucked up in the head nigga
We all bleed the same I ain’t never been no scared nigga
Shout out to my brother cuz they got him in the feds nigga
Bitch I’m good I’m staying focused
They gon pull some funny shit and think that you won’t notice
Bitch I’mma get you back in by surprise, and they don’t notice
Want to show me all your dark side I’mma show you who the coldest
Bitch I get up in the booth and I treat it like my no pain
These niggas be so scary I can see it that shit so sad
Nigga I been broke and I never want to go back
And nigga play with me and we gon turn him to a throwback
I just want the money so I’m doing what I can
Everybody moving funny so I don’t know where we staying
Why you leave my side I will never understand
I just going as I go, and I don’t even have a plan
I remember going groves niggas said I was a ham
I wonder what they thinking now they see I got them bands
Bitch I got them hundreds and I keep them in my pants
And I got it on my own nigga this ain’t no advance
I just want to know the truth, girl pull up on me
Now I want to show you something new
I could pull up on you, but you now I probably too
Cause everybody dying now, this shit ain’t cool
Steppin on them hundreds and you know I’m doing my dance
Cruising thru the city with my baby in my right hand
She don’t do no trippin cuz she knows that I’m right here
If a nigga play with her I’mma leave him right there, I don’t fight fear
Shit but, let a nigga go try
If you touch my momma or my girlfriend you gon die
Ain’t gonna be my nigga, I’mma be at your house
Fuck nigga I’mma make sure your family dead on both sides
Sometimes I got anger all in my fucking head I don’t know why
Sometimes I don’t give a fuck cause everybody in the world gon die
I don’t want to push nobody away shit I gotta slow down
I just gotta keep the head up, stay prayed up, I’m grown now
Blowing kush in the air got my mind racing
I just gotta get it I can’t spend no time waiting
Nigga tell me what you doing when your mind racing
Ya, I got problems on me now but I’m not tripping
Cuz I’m just tryna get that bread nigga
Niggas let me down, so now I’m fucked up in the head nigga
We all bleed the same I ain’t never been no scared nigga
Shout out to my brother cuz they got him in the feds nigga
Yeah