F. B. I. lyrics

Artist  : Dayton Family 
Song : F. B. I.



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 I’m wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my
mind
Motherf**k the education and drug rebilitation
I’m smokin on that weed and the green is gettin
tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase
me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I’m
addicted to crack rock
So motherf**k you bit*hes and you snitches tryin
to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy
peruvians
Knockin at my f**kin door, duckin and dodgin on
that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my
forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a
shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain’t the place
for that
Since he’s a fed, I took off his face for that
That sh*t that he tried to pull
You know he couldn’t get away with this
Bit*h I’m a time bomb time, so don’t you play
with this
f**k being indicted, don’t you try it that’s
the f**kin story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my
laboratory
I’m fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where’s
my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear
is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that
sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he’s been wounded by a f**king
tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I’m a take him out of
his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with
delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from shoestring to the f.b.i.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are
clean
You took a father from their family, motherf**k
their dreams
Is what you said, so motherf**king bit*h as* fed
I want you dead, I’m going to pump your as*
full of lead
Let’s make a deal, this sh*t is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it’s time to kill you bit*h
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a
ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green f**k being
indicted

Motherf**k the f.b.i., bit*hes I’m prepared to
die
Up on my tip, cause I won’t slang his drug
supply
Jail ain’t never scared me none, f**k the feds
and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y’all can
come with dude
Bit*hes betta think fast, find yourself a better
snitch
Cause that bit*h you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain’t shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I
ain’t fake
Since my click don’t snitch
When I get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment
to the third degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to
sentence me
Bit*h bootlegs prepared to go, you’ll never get
this chance again
Gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in
the pen
Bit*h we ain’t no kin, f**k that smilin I
ain’t in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my
grandmother’s food
Bit*h you know that’s rude, attitude is to the
third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bit*h a
straight up g
Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I
know
Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my
rock house door
Gotta make some more, I’m droppin weight on
that digital scale
More popular than taco bell, taco shells, we’re
making sells
Motherf**kin bit*h, I want a key, give me that
uncut raw
Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these
crackheads ever saw
Your momma’s eyes are big again, everytime she
smokes
She plots, since I wouldn’t give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I
can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bit*h f**k being
indicted