Pooh Shiesty - FDO (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pooh Shiesty - FDO (en) Lyrics
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(Once again, I'm locked in with
TP, we finna make a hit)
Pussy nigga, blrrrd, ayy
FDO, FTF, first day out,
bitch, fuck 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 pussy on
me, bitch, I'm fresh from
out the feds (On God)
I say fresh from out the feds,
baby, come put that pussy on
me (Put that pussy on me)
Turnt as fuck in the strip
club, ran out of ones, started
throwin' hundreds
Nigga, I can't fumble shit, the whole
world been waitin' on it (Yup)
Tote that knife all way to
R&D, gave it to my lil'
homie, nigga (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 hoes jumped off my bid, majority
waited on me (Fuck 'em)
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 fuck the hood, Memphis
ain't no good)
Get your bitch ass 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, you can't outsnake a snake
I ain't choose the streets, they chose
me, steppin' on shit 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 shit to say
SF90, I'm allergic to Corvettes,
fuck a C8 (Lil' nigga)
This an F8, not a C8, nigga,
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' nigga (Yup)
We all on a race to the top,
these niggas stuck, can't
get no bigger (Say what?)
I got richer while in jail, locked in
the feds outdoin' niggas (On God)
Now my watch got on a watch, my chain
got more chains than you niggas
Ain't no such thing as real niggas,
but I'm damn sure ain't counterfeit
(I ain't fakin' this shit)
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 bitch (Fuck her)
I signed a deal, then went to
jail, they ain't even seen
me pop my shit (On gang)
I'm just now buyin' a chain that say
my name, I been bullshittin'
My niggas died while in chains,
get-back gang, I'm right back
for revenge (Gang, on gang)
Ayy, I dress way more colder,
every eight hours, I'm
changin' fits (What?)
Every seven, I change the bitch
(What?), nothin' but foreigns when
we change lanes (Blrrrd)
Hood poet, all these jewels I drop, how
you ain't make a chain? (Goofy)
He ain't dead, but I got niggas
in the feds smokin'
Lil Wayne (Big Tunechi)
Soon I see my Memphis homies, ayy,
man, say, man (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 niggas gettin' tummy
tucks, told you these rappers
lame (Man, these niggas gay)
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, niggas dropped million
dollars worth salt around my gang
(Right there by my name, nigga)
Please tell me that shit fell up
out they pockets, skinny man
Please tell these rap niggas 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 shit 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)
Ayy, you think you got more
shots than CG, come and
try your luck (Pussy)
You ain't never bought no crate or
no grenade, shut the fuck up (Shut
y'all broke-ass up, nigga)
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 niggas
like ducks (Quack)
Long story short, short story
shorter, nigga, I cannot
be touched (At all)
Cannot slip up, can't get ambushed,
can't go out sad, can't
get outfoxed (The fuck?)
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 (Fuck him)
Thank every bitch I had to shit
on for these foreigns in
my garage (They custom)
Every bitch who lost faith in me
named after one of my cars
New ARs, stolo still parked,
stuffin' zaza in pickle jars
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrd)
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 hoes from Memphis still
allowed to call me Mr. Pooh
Seven foreigns, rose gold, my
first day out, damn fool,
blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Brewster-ass nigga
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