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Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:49 am

Album: Federal 3X

Track No: 03

Ayy, when you hear this type of shit, you know the check go, right?
Haha
Federal, ugh, ugh, ugh
I'm trending (Uh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this shit come from Fendi (Shit got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this shit gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood **** with no sense, but bitch, I got plenty (Ayy, bitch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullshit)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why **** envy (I don't know why ****, why ****)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending
Ah shit, ah shit, yeah (Ah shit, ah shit, woah)
I'm on some boss shit (Hey)
I'm fuckin' the game good and I just came in it (Ugh, ugh, ayy)
I'm on some raw shit (Ugh)
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she grabbin' and clutchin' on me (What that is?)
Like she a crawfish (Hold up)
These **** mosquitos and I just might spray at 'em, spray at 'em
I'm on some Off! shit (Woah)
You used to be cool, you used to be aight (Aight)
Now you my enemy (Fuck you)
Got an all-black Draco, a hundred-some shots on it (What you do with it?)
I can shoot for infinity (All day)
I won't go back and forth dissing you on no internet (Why?)
That shit take too much energy (Yeah)
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me (Hah)
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat
With a bitch that act bougie, she look like Karrueche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie (Hey)
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act'
Why you tryna come for me? Damn, relax (Hold up)
The burner click clack, your brains go splat (Baow)
I'm trending (Uh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this shit come from Fendi (Shit got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this shit gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood **** with no sense, but bitch, I got plenty (Ayy, bitch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullshit)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why **** envy (I don't know why ****, why ****)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending
That lil' money you gettin' ain't shit to me (Ain't shit to me)
I just counted four hundred large, **** (Four hundred racks)
I'm with some hitters that don't give a fuck
They gon' leave your ass scarred, **** (Blaow)
Why Moneybagg run the rap game? (Huh?)
I don't know, shit, ask God, **** (Ask the Lord)
I got your bitch, she open for me (Ugh)
I just had a ménage with her (Hey)
Two bitches, one me, that's three federal (What?)
Two stacks on the Cartiers, I can see better (I can see clear)
I'm draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y'all (Stylin', stylin')
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout whoever (Whoever)
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on 'em (Curve on 'em)
Just like that C letter (C letter)
Run up on me if you want to
I'll air a crowd out big as Coachella (Rrr)
Ah shit, ah shit (Ah shit)
I got them bands on me, they ain't marching (They ain't marching)
I hit the kushy, then pop me a Perky (Where you at?)
Now I'm kickin' shit with the martians (Up there)
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I'm number one like my name was Uno (Number one, bitch)
She gave me head, no Nu Gro (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Then I got up and scratched off in a two door, hey (Skrrt)
I'm trending (Ugh, hey)
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, this shit come from Fendi (Shit got me stylin', I'm stylin')
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies (Woah, this shit gettin' big, big)
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I'm blending (You know I'm a regular, regular)
She say I'm a hood **** with no sense, but bitch, I got plenty (Ayy, bitch, I got plenty, got plenty)
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy (Ayy, take out that bullshit)
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, Lord, forgive me for sinning (Amen)
I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don't know why **** envy (I don't know why ****, why ****)
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest, so you know I'm trending
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and got me a two piece, I'm ridin' in a two seat
With a bitch that act bougie, she look like Karrueche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act'
Why you tryna come for me? Damn, relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

Writer(s): Demario White.

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