Jo2Federal - FED Talk Lyrics

Never walk these streets without a banger they gone get at you
Ima flood my wrist and ice my necklace wit a igloo
Fed shit we bangin hard wit 2 for 1's and 3 for 2's
Money on my mind oh he a stick up individual
Getting to the bag I ain't geekin off no bitches
I ain't Never ran from shit boy I let God my witness
I don't sag my pants on purpose heavy Glock inside my britches
See the print up in my pants is that my dick or them extensions

Bad bitch ballarina dancin with the chopper
Never cappin when I'm rappin verses like the bible
Set a hit and send a blintz that's money on my rifle
I'm employee of the month I always get the job done

I'm not no ordinary nigga I want forgis on my whip
Gotta bad bitch a trophy like I won the championship
Take her on a dinner date then I filaciate the bit
She Prolly won't see me again bitch you better take a pic

Always on a play for them racks I'ma bread winner
Shawtti 23 and moving bad she a head Hunter
Switchin up my style every time they can't say I took it
Never trust a opp they out to get you and them bitches crooked

Boy you know the streets talk, Chirp
What ya be bout
Heard you like to sweet talk words
That get ya beat down
Straight outta the jack where they got act that's where I be bout
Hunnid niggas shoot a hunnid rounds you gone bleed out

You want a issue nigga
Oh FED a issue nigga
Heard that He's a baby wipe his nose wit no tissue nigga
Heard that he been plottin on the low I'ma get you nigga
Caught em lackin spray wit no control don't care who wit you nigga, hit that nigga