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
Yup
Ain't no more outfits from Southland Mall this setup made in London
Yup
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 stamp that
I'm the one from 'round the corner where they snaked Martin Luther King
Yup
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
Blrrrd
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'
On God
When you meet me you gon' get real motivated same day
On God
Them tear drops played out go get your favorite bullet on your face
On God
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'
Yup
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'
On God
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
On God
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'
Blrrrd
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
Say what?
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
On God
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
Slatt
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
Blrrrd blrrrd blrrrd
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
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