Lyrics:
It's Rob2federal, 2federal
Bankrol.Jon bitch, let's get it
I see that opp boy up in traffic, I'ma chase him down
Pussy boy be steady talking, he
secretary
In Nigeria oh
Formal Director principal
Queen college Lagos
She’s a Formal Director Principal Federal science and technical college Uromi
Formal
My Glock in my wheel in traffic
Know niggas get killed in traffic
I went got a deal from rapping
And I got name from trapping
I got this pain from
On any given day, when you're under way, you'll notice that the traffic's quite a pain
And no one seems inclined to explain the lack of movement in
Trapu' meu e federal
Servesc drogați 'n cartier cât și milionari
Băieții mei 's postați
În bando cu marfa, pun banda pe bani
Mă urc în Uber, am 4x4,
profit off this new traffic
I'm Black White and I'm Hispanic
They painting pictures sip elixirs this ritualistic new graphic
The common enemy the federal
and i deal with depression
Judge want a nigga they calling me federal
Pop me a jigga aint eating no edibles
Minding yo business, luh nigga u betta do
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast this is the south streets
Southeast this is the south streets
Council housing
Flats stacked nicely
have said it no better
He pressure or he federal pressure?
If it's up then it's really whatever
I'm yeah, ain't no regular metal
Too much ice they
icebreaker
(Ow)
One man's terrorist
Another's freedom fighter
Future tech, Molotov cocktails with a lighter
Legalized gang shit, Federal BI
You wanna buy
and dismantle any rapper in traffic
I get arousal from the council cuz I'm lounging and laughing
Y'all been loud up on my name cuz I ain't lounging in your
federal yeah he tough but he eatin' cheese
Every time I hit it from the back Deep strokin that cat she beggin' me please
Niggas be talkin' bout switches
be anarchy
No dogsbody
Anarchy for the U.K.
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line
Your future dream is
be anarchy
No dogsbody
Anarchy for the U.K.
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line
Your future dream is
I want to be anarchy,
Ho dogs body
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream
the gates mixed plate
Jay Rock
Boy im bout my presidents
benjamins and jacksons
my names Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin
catch me out in traffic
in traffic
Traffic insult n' tragic
That magic trynna get that Frank Lucas and Ricky Ross cabbage
Find me on the freeway
Doin' deals on the 3 way
I want to be anarchy,
Ho dogs body
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream
anarchy
In the city
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
anarchy
In the city
Anarchy for the U.S.A
It's coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
window and then I repeat that
immaculate work doin the dashes in traffic hour,
checking back with no dirt on my hands I doubled up my pay cheque, play
rentals, all through the trenches
With them K's up If I catch your eye while I'm in traffic
I'ma raise up K rip all through a
Niggas shit and leave it
hangin’ with yo’ senators (Yeah)
Might donate, if they returnin’ the favors (Uh)
Pay to play legislation forcin’ out my competitors
The Federal Government
two dragon stouts, two loose hens,
Shoes need cleaning, soufflé steaming,
They can’t believe I made it in like the toupee demon
Tyna shut the federal
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