Vent (Flex Freestyle)

Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh' it's over
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some n*ggas tryna test my gangster
Like I ain't built for this sh*t
I got different b*tches texting my phone
Talkin' 'bout time we ain't spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times
We couldn't pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun
You know how much time I'ma get?
I'm on some Federal sh*t
I'm rollin' the weed and poppin' the beans
So I'm on some medical sh*t
She playin' with the p*sssy, won't give it to me
Say she on some celibate sh*t
The same ho f*ckin' the city
Man she on some playin' innocent sh*t
Heard they gon' take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame n*ggas feelin' left out
You wanna try but you know what I'm 'bout
I'm with the gang, they gon' air this b*tch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin' right in my face
And you still couldn't see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I'm rockin' a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin', they VV
I got your b*tch in the bathroom
Open, we f*ckin' like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters'll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I'm ET
I ain't gon' lie, I'm addicted, I'm sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I'm smokin' anthrax, my swag to the max
I'm young and fly, no DC
N*ggas ain't gettin' money
So they target MoneyBagg, yeah
B*tches in they feelings
Cause I left 'em in the past, yeah
I'm draped in designer
One thing you can't buy is swag, yeah
Ain't talkin' 'bout no sprint
But I ran up that money fast, yeah
My n*ggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock
If you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin' money, yeah I'm 'bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin'
'Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, sh*t pitiful
Hold up, you lookin' at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I'm tryna get me some extras
I was f*cked up, had the stretcher
I know these n*ggas ain't straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I'm scratching like I got eczema
I was f*cked down, had to get back
She f*ck my n*gga for some get back
N*gga textin' where his b*tch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn't wan' f*ck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I'm like where the check at?
Keep grindin' n*gga, bet that