DJ DRAMA - Feds Takin' Pictures lyrics

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Feds

The Feds takin pictures on me

Nigga's still snitchin on me (nah)

900 for the sip

What you think I'm smoking homie (haha)

Oh what you think I'm joking homie

Blue rims, yeah the coupes crip walk (woo)

Certified plastic think I'd rather make hits?

Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip bricks

So tell me what's wrong with glass pots and a scale

Pose for them bitches like the double XL

Homie we ball til we fall

Magic City we to the mall

Trying to stay out of reach of the long arm of the law

I'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings

They indicting niggas for bootlegging and racketeering

Prolly got me on the camera while I'm copin' out the car lot

I'm coming out the banks, big cred' with the Karl box'

It's Willie

My futures bright like a highlighter

They taking pictures cause I'm fly like a skydiver

JONES!

You ain't seen money (nope)

Until you seen me (Jones!)

220 for Bentley GTC (ballin!)

And the money ain't a thing like J Dupri (it's nothing)

When you ballin round the country like the major league (pick a team)

So peace up, A town down (A town down)

Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds (bang bang)

Now whatchu know about that?

I know all about that

3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks (that weight nigga)

And man they got it on camera (whaat?)

The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta

I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts

I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard

Get a clean check cut slip it in my account

Write 'em out a china white a lil cut'll wipe 'em out

I ain't with the rapping boy, I'm puttin in the work

In these niggas with the rapid lay his ass in the church

Get some information for you informants I got the YAY

And I'm selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say?

They snapping while we trapping

Trying to find out what happened

They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum

I took my cell phone and through it

My bank account I blew it

I got to cut my conversations, I donn't want to do it, but

Who's that peeping in my window

It ain't no love they tired of telling on they kinfolk

So if you've ever been broke

And turn a penny to a twenty

Let me hear you holla

If you want me come get me

Whether you know me as T.I. or you can call me T.I.P.

And know the APD and FBI they talk about the G.I.B.

And they know I be high when I'm in the V.I.P

I'm sure they see me as I fly through the city and that brand new V.I.B.

Young, rich, and famous with a pistol you can call me Chi Ali

But I'm the greatest in Atlanta they be calling me Ali