Fukkk Da Feds Fat Trel (Ft. Chief Keef)

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I say I woke up in the mornin'
And I gave my bitch some head
Then I count that bag
I got lots of bread
Money in my bed
I got lots of bread x3
Last time she seen me
I was duckin' feds
Told that bitch to hide me
I know that bitch was scared
Money in my bed
Motherfuck the feds x3

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Motherfuck the feds
I can't get locked up again
But if I got it in my hands
Click clack then I'm sprayin'
Make sure that I leave you layin'
Then shoot up your mans
Hundred grand in my pants
Don't reach for it again
Know I'ma shoot off your hands
Slutty Boyz I be with them
I be getting on feats with them
I be totin' heat with them
Then sit down and feast with them
Them bullets I leave in him
If he say that he blowin' glizzy's
I know that he freeze with them
Bitch
Slutty Boyz and Glory Boyz
That's D.C. to Drillinois
We ain't talkin' shit
We kill them boys
Cockin' guns back
Then drillin' boys
You ain't killin' boys
You killin' noise
Straight head shots
We kill them boys
Wanna get in touch
Bullets fill them boys
Smokin' loud packs
Can't hear them boys
I wake up gettin' head
TEC live under my bed
Hundred rounds double tread
I leave a nigga dead
If he fuckin' with my bread
And on my daughter head
I ain't never talked to feds
Put that on my mans