Artist: Don Trip f/ Starlito Album: Guerrilla (Mixtape) Song: The Feds Typed by: AZ Lyrics A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds No reliable job, just a plug in the scale A car of stacks for the mob, another stack for my bill My mother works two jobs, still going through hell Rent due on fifth lights due on twelfth Got no government help, we gotta get it ourselves So I went and got a position in department of sales Momma didn't approve and take no gingers to tell But it's payin' the bills so she'll get used to the smell And I got used to the money, yea I got used to the filth Gained more clientele, got introduced to the thrill I get along with the dope, the dope money that is And if I go right now, can't leave the shit in my whip Can't leave this shit for my kids, all the work I did All the lives I've risked, it still don't mean shit Well if I go back to the trap my glow will match what I flip If the rap shit work I'm more than happy to quit A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds I found out a way, with no steady pay I cut my plug, I slam dunk, now he scared straight I got no money to spend Can't look my bitch in the face All the money I made, no intentions to save When it rains it pours, no umbrella or shade But I'm a grown head man so I got no one to blame My grand daddy was a dope boy, uncle the same Worked twenty years late still nothing has changed But we ball yea we ball like wave bossing chains Yea we never plan to stop till we all in the shade Living with all our clothes now we all got dreams To be Tony Montana, nothing but a triple B Fuck school (Fuck school), Fuck work (Fuck work) Get in with the work then spend like it's coming back again Like the money jumpin' back for a guaranteed win Knowing ball might end on the tin A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds Lito trash bag gang oh, still ridin' filthy High as realty on the Beverly Hills Street Just servin, tryin' not to get popped What you know about real beef? With like thirty grand in my pants, no hundred bills no fifty's Twenty five and a half for thirty years that accomplish I hit alert on the chirp soon as pull in the complex We all started so on, I just wanted them joys Them J's turning some voyages and now I want me a fortune I got my own reinforcement fully auto, full of hollows The drum older honey goin' the speed limit and a Hindu woulda ram your bar That why I don't race, that's why I buy V8 Say baby I need space for the high speed chase Cause if they catch me with this stupid grip and his chief They look like her people, policy, all this shit Pull like this, my guns ain't legit I got some red bottles full of purple shit And my glove compartment full of purpose here I ain't pullin' over unless you park us here A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds A bad bitch in the front A bag of bricks in the trunk I've got a drum on the K I've got a grip on the pump Makin so much cash, can't let it go to my head Cause if they catch my ass, I'm goin' straight to the feds