Feds in Town

No high-cappin' in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low
And poes down the fuckin' T-X had to show up

Tryin' to run all kind of game, so, put y'all motherfuckin' cars

At the P.A.P.D. that's on my dick
'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face
You gots to do your own nails
Rollin' on some white balls and hubcaps

'Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it
It's time for Tony Montana stacks
If I catch a fuckin' case [unverified] when the feds in town
God damn, it's been two motherfuckin' months
Y'all better try to blind me
And y'all cribs in y'all momma's name

So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
And remind me of the jail time
'Cause in my yard is a big ass, I got yale sign
And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous
Got the birds and reopen my lab back up

I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was tight
So, we can have it all night, fight
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave
The land of Texas with that rock up
I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet
No more clownin' in this town bro'
So, y'all hoes can't find me
And if they even think they see five-o, they duck
To my last love
It's time to get this motherfucker back up
'Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night
And throw my game in a suplex
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
So, if y'all thinkin' about checkin'
In Dynasties [unverified] I-ROCs [unverified]
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon' live

I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
To see your child be born
No more French manicures bitch
That shit is funky like a black skunk
I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
I took my tags off my buick and y'all know I didn't love that

And even though I got long nails
They got my two best workers
And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you
Word on the streets is that they're rollin'
Before you take me for my damn drugs
Fuck all this waitin' man
'Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
Like paper stacks and a rubberband
I'm blastin' laws at random 'cause I believe it's time
I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
I got niggaz on the corner holdin' big ass bags and cans of crack

And told my boys,"If a nigga looks crazy
Blasts his ass in the eye
Goin' all out of tact on the local bird slaggin' brothaman
'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in town
Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to come and wrestle me
Don't give him a chance to identify"
To hand them close to the dopeman, God damn 'em
My fools run in with your glock up

And Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen
On secret and there's no rest