Feds in My Rearview

Intro: Yeah F*ck the Feds! Verse 1: Eight hundred gees cash on the bedspread Fucking plugged one left now a feds dead Dirty business on the low with cartel locos On a yacht floating off the coast of Acapulco Senoritas on the deck with their ass out Hoes will always be around when you cash out The black mask boys bullies with the fullies hit another lick Cash bundles and a hundred bricks Everybody's fucking dirty in the gutter brother Double cross ya, triple cross you They'll set up their mother Next stop recop down to Sinaloa Dirt-cheap but you got to get it across the border Cops banging for their take cause they live too Paying double let them cocksuckers drive it through Back in Cali trap house with a view Eleven million dollar beach house up in Malibu Hook: The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview Verse 2: Got a call my man died thought somebody shot him Turns my nigga de'd off fenton all in oxycotin Hundred backs got the pressure from one hundred racks DHL to ATL got two hundred back My old partner used to be the motherfucking dude Feds served him when he started moving dog food Private flight to Vegas, about ten deep My shit don't stink, bitches in designer mink Everywhere we move that's where the party go Presidential suite up at the Bellagio Hit the tables' 1am let some cash blow Win or lose, monies clean and we out the door Couldn't club dress codes said no strap or vest F*ck the club, all the hoes on crystal meth Another phone call move ten thousand tabs of ex Another hour and my bitch is coming out that dress. Hook: The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview Verse 3: Helicoptered off the roof to the Gulf Stream Met some players in Miami with the triple beam Said they got the white wall straight from Bogota Niggas had the illest Buggati that I ever saw Insane crazy crib out on Key Biscayne Hard body pulled up to it on a seaplane Cowboys, bad news, plenty of jewels Speedboat, bad bitches, infinity pools Had my nigga Feddie with me he draped in Versace From the jets, gangbanger with a gang of bodies A mil cash in his Gucci like the shit was legal Twelve-inch suppressors screwed onto his desert eagle Met a chica at the crib, a fucking narco queen Her uncles were the biggest bosses out of Medellin You could feel the bitch was cold, shit was nothing soft F*ck around with her and get your fucking dick cut off Me and Feddie hit the jet back to Cali Private so fat could've had a bowling alley Wheels touchdown smooth on the tarmac G650 to the Maybach I got least half a mil tied in legal fees Another half, bailing out my little g's DEA is on my bumper I could feel the squeeze Til they kill me I'm a psychopath about this cheese. Hook: The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, f*ck you Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview