Burnout MacGyver – Running From The Feds

Burnout MacGyver – Running From The Feds Lyrics

Artist: Burnout MacGyver
Song: 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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Release Year: 2022