Running From The Feds Lyrics – Burnout MacGyver
Singer: Burnout MacGyver
Title: Running From The Feds
Running from the feds
Take 100 blizzes to the head
I be smokin gettin high until I’m dead
I was dashin on edge of the city on the traintrack
Even if they get me they gon wish I never came back
Make bail raise hell take mail to the bank
With this Syndicate I’m climbin up the rank
All about the Ben frank I need money like I know Jamal
100s gotta stack em m#th*rf#ck*rs ain’t gon fold at all
Too thick
You be smokin on them woods skinny like a tooth pick
My blunt a steak from Ruth Chris
Fat as a b#tch and it’s got expensive еxotic
Have you flush lookin like you got some sеnsitive eyelids
Get you touched
If you slow up my extensive deposits
Take a Dutch to the head
And the feds still huntin for the boi
Highed up on the lam for another night
Passport blacked out had to switch the flight
Fake names gettin told in a Barron home
Deposit boxes full of gold like Sharon stone
Precious jewels, the sect that we were set to rule
It’s been gone
They want me in a cell like I’m Vince Vaughn
I been onto their plans and i ain’t goin down
Enough to arm a nation to the gillys when I roll around
I done kept a watch over my shoulder when I sold a pound
They done looked suspicious wanna see but I can’t show em now
Got the f#ck Up outta dodge
Hit the crib n lit the fit n switched the whip in the garage
Gotta make another move cuz I know I can hear em comin
And them feds tryna get me tell em I ain’t giving nothing
f#ck em
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