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feds on me - ybn lil bro lyrics

[intro]
shout out my n*gga, i can’t wait until the judge let him out
just ’cause i’m out on bond don’t mean that i won’t shoot you on this box
you was that n*gga back then, oh, yeah, i’m that n*gga now

[chorus]
feds on me, i can’t even have no guns in this house
she know she ain’t mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
tell bro i got him, i can’t let my lil’ n*gga down
maserati rick, n*gga, sellin’ crack was my job
what you do to me? i ain’t never know you was my opp
my b*tch think i’m cheatin’, i don’t even be lovin’ on these thots, thots love me
i be on your hood and on your block, lucky i don’t see you
knowin’ if i see a n*gga out, slime f*ckin’ city

[verse]
since i was a child, been out my mind, don’t give no f*cks
unc’ with the other side, i can’t show them n*ggas love
feelin’ too good, b*tch, i’m pro’d up in thе club
still young as f*ck, old n*ggas could never keep up
like why hе do that to him? sh*t, he was probably high as woods
see me out and do nothin’ ’cause n*ggas know this b*tch be tucked
i don’t care who comin’, watch me shoot this b*tch up
why every time i look up, a n*gga dyin’ with his gun?
my n*ggas died for this sh*t, that’s why i do this sh*t for us
you wanna ride with a n*gga, cool, show me you the one
you gon’ die, i hit you with this b*tch, ain’t no gettin’ up
i wake up takin’ more drugs after more drugs
my bro seen an opp in that b*tch and hung the phone up
lil’ bro know he can keep that sh*t, he don’t owe me nothin’
keep sayin’ i’m gon’ chill out ’cause this sh*t gettin’ old to me
get in tweaker mode, watch out how many n*ggas fold on me
need me a trophy for this sh*t, been doin’ this sh*t since i was young
in the county, 2019, had that b*tch under my bunk
i wasn’t fightin’ no n*gga like me, quick as h*ll with that gun
ridin’ for my n*ggas right or wrong, my n*gga, trust me
‘fore we get they boss, we gon’ make sure we get the money
ain’t sh*t to talk about, we just gon’ come through that b*tch bustin’
i’ll bet my last hundred, bet no n*gga ain’t gon’ touch me
‘fore this summer over, bet i get you n*ggas touched
[chorus]
feds on me, i can’t even have no guns in this house
she know she ain’t mine, watch how this ho get litty off a bottle
tell bro i got him, i can’t let my lil’ n*gga down
maserati rick, n*gga, sellin’ crack was my job
what you do to me? i ain’t never know you was my opp
my b*tch think i’m cheatin’, i don’t even be lovin’ on these thots, thots love me
i be on your hood and on your block, lucky i don’t see you
knowin’ if i see a n*gga out, slime f*ckin’ city

[outro]
f*ck
slime f*ckin’ city

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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