SpotemGottem – “Federal” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Date 2021-05-10

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Nineteen-year-old American rapper, SpotemGottem premieres the visual for the “Federal” track produced by Drum Dummie. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Spotemgottem Federal

Spotemgottem Federal

Nineteen-year-old Florida rapper SpotemGottem officially has his first platinum-certified single with “Beat Box” and he’s following it up with the release of his new song “Federal.”

Catching the attention of Florida’s ever-prominent rap scene, SpotemGottem started gaining national attention once his song was used in a viral dance challenge on social media. Since then, the teenage phenom has released multiple remixes of “Beat Box” as he gears up to drop his forthcoming project.

SpotemGottem – Federal (prod. Drum Dummie)


[Intro: SpotEmGottem]
Ha (Yeah, ayy, yo Drum, play that bitch one more, one more)
Face shots to the face, don’t trip on yo’ lace
Gang, gang

When we start off, we start off with the posse
The driver, he gon’ get it next, then we whack him (All right, all right)
We up the score (Go!) every time y’all up the score, nigga, add it up
I see how all these rappers dickridin’, they keepin’ up
I done got rich as hell, I know they mad as fuck (Fuck)
Now they love clientele, we spin the block, can’t fuck with us
Hold on, pick him up (Hold on), I don’t think he can get up (Yeah, yeah, fuck)
Push up on ’em, let the window down, watch the whole car freeze up (It freeze up)
Her ass up, her knees down, face forward, let me fuck
These niggas been rappin’ more than ten years, still ain’t came up
Your shorties got knocked, they tryna blame us
Time to fuck with them, made them lil’ fuck niggas famous
[?], now that fuck nigga brain
He was unidentified, now they can’t even name him
He made a left, I bust a right, I’m tryna hit him from a angle
I had told them to wait, I’ma fuckin’ put some pain to ’em
Trolls questioning my shoes
Never told ’em shit, you know how I do it (Fuck!)
If I did I would’ve been locked up, is you fuckin’ stupid? (From my cell)
I’m beefin’ with some of my brothers ’cause they wanna be groupies (‘Cause they wanna be ho’s)
(Go, go) juvenile, I was in the Nile
I’ma keep pushin’ these court dates, yeah, I’ll take it to trial
Them 308’s sound like 808’s, you hit him and [?]
Reach for any chain on the stage, gon’ shoot out in the crowd (Shoot it down)
Wokiana all in my cup, taste like Kool-Aid
Dropped a four in the Fanta, I like how it taste
Mix it up, don’t know which one I’ma drank today (Which one I’ma drank today)
Switch it up, don’t know which glick that I’ma tote today (I don’t know what I’ma tote today)
Shootin’ shit up, right before we turn off from the E-Way
Lord forgive, I’m finna send this nigga to another place (I send him to the grave)
Throw that bag on him, lil’ bro smash on him (Go!)
Dropped a bag on him (Go), SOS on him
That’s that money on my head
Pop my collar, I’m too smooth for this shit like Uncle Sted
Hop in this bitch, go federal
I think that’s what the money bag said

I think that’s what the bag said
I think that’s just what the bag said

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