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Subscribe & Watch Today’s Best Lyric Videos Daily On Dark City Sounds!    / @darkcitysounds   Listen To Hot Trending Playlists:    • New Rap Songs 2023 - Rap Lyric Videos - Hi...   Pooh Shiesty - FDO | Lyrics: [Intro] (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Pussy nigga, blrrrd, ayy [Verse] 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) Tucked 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 (Did that 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, he 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'm just 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) [Cont.] [Outro] Rooster-ass nigga #poohshiesty #fdo #hiphop #lyrics