Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.E.D.S., artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.E.D.S. |
| I gotta watch what I say cause the feds listening |
| They say they got me on tape playing with them chickens |
| They say my nigga turned state |
| Now that nigga snitching |
| The first offer that they’re talking is a life sentence |
| I can’t even say my niggas names no more |
| Cause these niggas dropping names on the low |
| Got me tired and detectives all asking bout me |
| I’m just trying to figure out why the asking bout me |
| These pussy niggas sneak dissing from down the street |
| But real niggas they mention when they found the heat |
| I was told to keep quiet and never say shit |
| But these niggas been running off out the lips |
| Got the feds tuned in all in my business |
| Saying I’m the one supplying the hood with them chickens |
| A lot of niggas coming home and I’m wondering why |
| Man they can’t do time so they dropping dimes |
| I don’t gangbang nigga I’m from Seminary |
| And if you don’t tote a pistol you in the cemetery |
| These niggas working with the feds I’ve been buying reds |
| 3,000 on the show and I ain’t have a clue |
| Looking out for your nigga when your nigga down |
| He will throw you in the cross and have a nigga down |
| 50,000 for the lawyer ya I’ll put it up |
| No foreigns in the garage ya I put em up |
| They trying to put a case on me niggas turning phony |
| Want me back in Rita going to court eating bologna |
| Hopping off the blue bus got us shackled up |
| And shared a cell with my co-d got to split us up |