• 标题:FDO
  • 歌手:Pooh Shiesty
  • 专辑:FDO
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    FDO - Pooh Shiesty
    Lyrics by:Lontrell Williams/Tiquon Pryor
    Produced by:TP808
    Once again I'm locked in with TP we finna make a hit
    Blrrrd aye
    FDO FTF first day out the feds
    Walked out the jail I saw six foreigns I just got out the bunk bed
    Three million cash can't fit in my hands then sit some on my head
    Bae come put that on me I'm fresh from out the feds
    On God
    I say fresh from out the feds baby come put that on me
    Put that on me
    Turnt as in the strip club ran out of ones started throwin' hundreds
    I can't fumble the whole world been waitin' on it
    Yup
    Tucked that knife all way to R&D gave it to my lil' homie
    Let's go
    Ain't no more Mufasa Mr. Goldman I catch jets to Johnny
    Ain't no more outfits from Southland Mall this setup made in London
    Couple jumped off my bid majority waited on me
    She just actin' faithful to you 'til I get home trust me homie
    I stamp that
    Feel impatient I might do a demonstration off GP
    This one here on me
    I ain't shot nothin' in like four years I ain't sent a hit in three
    On GP
    Don't let Durk verse go to your head ain't nobody slime as me
    I'm the one from 'round the corner where they snaked Martin Luther King
    Extra aggressive out in traffic 'cause Hank ain't in the backseat
    Free Hank
    Everywhere I go it's cars trailin' 'cause Reckless ain't drivin' me
    Long live the gang
    I get mad when I look around and my members ain't where they 'posed to be
    A whole war goin' on I'm stuck in the cage it drove me crazy
    Chill this time Shiesty stay out the way
    30 pass me that Drac'
    Blrrrd
    Say the hood Memphis ain't no good
    Get your out my face
    Unfortunately I'm CEO and the top shooter for my gang
    My grandma told me keep my grass low the whole time I'm the snake
    A slime
    Smelled his plot from like three miles away he can't outsnake a snake
    I ain't choose the streets they chose me steppin' on my lane
    I ain't choose to rap it chose me my name held too much weight
    Type influence I got where I'm from got Yo Gotti totin' a Drac'
    When you meet me you gon' get real motivated same day
    Them tear drops played out go get your favorite bullet on your face
    Do not rap when I am told I rap when I got to say
    SF90 I'm allergic to Corvettes a C8
    Lil'
    This an F8 not a C8 Mansory edition
    In the May-May oh my God what-happened-to-Virgil edition?
    That Maybach
    In the Wray-Wray widebody Cullinan Black Badge edition
    That Rolls-Royce
    In the same Scat Pack since I left that mean you stuck lil'
    We all on a race to the top these stuck can't get no bigger
    Say what?
    I got richer while in jail locked in the feds outdoin'
    Now my watch got on a watch my chain got more chains than you
    Ain't no such thing as real but I'm damn sure ain't counterfeit
    I ain't fakin' this
    Hid ten M's in the bank then went fed got penitentiary rich
    I'm still filthy rich
    Orderin' Ferraris off a jail call I'm real rich
    Make sure she cover my name up if you plan on keepin' the
    I signed a deal then went to jail they ain't even seen me pop my
    On gang
    I'm just now buyin' a chain that say my name I been bull tin'
    My died while in chains get-back gang I'm right back for revenge
    Gang on gang
    Aye I'm just way more colder every eight hours I'm changin' fits
    What?
    Every seven I change the nothin' but foreigns when we change lanes
    What? Blrrrd
    Hood poet all these jewels I drop how you ain't make a chain?
    Goofy
    He ain't dead but I got in the feds smokin' Lil Wayne
    Big Tunechi
    Soon I see my Memphis homies aye mane say mane
    What up?
    I had nine M's to my name makin' chi-chis out Shabangs
    Reorganized my whole gang on Sundays we work on our aim
    And every month on the thirteenth I'm boppin' out with a new chain
    I heard street gettin' tummy tucks told you these rappers lame
    In my cell I did a thousand burpees I toned up my frame
    Thousand of 'em straight
    Fitted suit on fitted cap turned backwards Richard Millie plain
    Patek plain jane
    Them steppers who got him served they wasn't doin' it for lil' Saint
    See my daddy my first co-D jumped in the streets he showed me lanes
    Them facts
    Your daddy a killer but you ain't you just like Bronny James
    Facts
    I asked her where she want my kids she told me grab the brush and paint
    So I aimed right at her forehead and tried to spell out my name
    Yeah yeah yeah
    I got locked dropped million dollars worth salt around my game
    Right there by my name
    Please tell me that fell up out they pocket skinny mane
    Please tell these rap sayin' "Blrrrd" without permission that they stealin'
    Blrrrd blrrrd blrrrd
    Memphis menace kids say no to drugs and damn right to killin'
    She choose but her lips ain't move I read her eyes they said "Pimp me"
    See bae I'm least likely some pimpin' but I'm more likely a bachelor
    Super Shiesty crooked letter crooked letter David Banner
    Slatt
    In the trap feelin' like O-Dog watchin' hits I did on camera
    I shoot on camera
    Out on papers with a 922G sittin' on my counter
    I'm out on papers with a fully ARP sittin' on the counter
    Blrrrd that blrrrd
    If you think you got more shots than CG come and try your luck
    You ain't never bought no crate or no grenade shut the up
    I just ordered a gun store nobody ain't got more chops than us
    901 375 0762 call my bluff
    I treat a player like a player and a custo like a cluck
    You need to treat your glizzy like a collared shirt and button it up
    Ah ah
    I treat gangsters like civilians I treat smart like ducks
    Quack
    Long story short short story shorter I cannot be touched
    At all
    Cannot slip can't get ambushed can't go out sad can't get outfoxed
    I sicced a C girl on the opps she left an AirTag in his glove box
    KD patient he might spank 'em next year or tomorrow
    I took my homie dumbo Glock 'cause he went out like Cheddar Bob
    Thank every I had to on for these foreigns in my garage
    They custom
    Every who lost faith in me named after one of my cars
    Where y'all? Stolo still parked stuffin' zaza in pickle jars
    If my Drac' jam on me we beefin' I'ma turn Kendrick Lamar
    He got his car flipped on Lamar died with his gun he couldn't even shoot
    I'm CEO I cannot go even my strikers bulletproof
    All my from Memphis still allowed to call me Mr. Pooh
    Seven foreigns rose gold my first day out damn fool blrrrd
    Blrrrd blrrrd
    Brewster