Singer: Pooh Shiesty
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Song: FDO
Pooh Shiesty - FDO Subtitles (vtt) (05:19-319-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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WEBVTT
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by RentAnAdviser.com
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(Once again, I'm locked in with
TP, we finna make a hit)
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Pussy nigga, blrrrd, ayy
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FDO, FTF, first day out,
bitch, fuck the feds
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Walked out the jail, I saw six foreigns,
I just got out the bunk bed
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Three million cash, can't fit in my
hands, then sit some on my head
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Bae, come put that pussy on
me, bitch, I'm fresh from
out the feds (On God)
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I say fresh from out the feds,
baby, come put that pussy on
me (Put that pussy on me)
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Turnt as fuck in the strip
club, ran out of ones, started
throwin' hundreds
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Nigga, I can't fumble shit, the whole
world been waitin' on it (Yup)
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Tote that knife all way to
R&D, gave it to my lil'
homie, nigga (Let's go)
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Ain't no more Mufasa, Mr. Goldman,
I catch jets to Johnny (Yup)
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Ain't no more outfits from
Southland Mall, this setup
made in London (Yup)
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Couple hoes jumped off my bid, majority
waited on me (Fuck 'em)
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She just actin' faithful to
you 'til I get home, trust
me, homie (I stamp that)
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Feel impatient, I might do a demonstration
off GP (This one here on me)
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I ain't shot nothin' in like
four years, I ain't sent
a hit in three (On GP)
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Don't let Durk verse go to
your head, ain't nobody slime
as me (I stamp that)
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I'm the one from 'round the
corner where they snaked
Martin Luther King (Yup)
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Extra aggressive out in traffic
'cause Hank ain't in
the backseat (Free Hank)
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Everywhere I go, it's cars trailin'
'cause Reckless ain't drivin'
me (Long live the gang)
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I get mad when I look around
and my members ain't where
they 'posed to be
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A whole war goin' on, I'm stuck
in the cage, it drove me crazy
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(Chill this time, Shiesty,
stay out the way)
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30, pass me that Drac' (Blrrrd)
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(Say fuck the hood, Memphis
ain't no good)
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Get your bitch ass out
my face (Blrrrd)
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Unfortunately, I'm CEO and the
top shooter for my gang
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My grandma told me keep my
grass low, the whole time,
I'm the snake (A slime)
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Smelled his plot from like three miles
away, you can't outsnake a snake
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I ain't choose the streets, they chose
me, steppin' on shit my lane
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I ain't choose to rap, it chose me,
my name held too much weight
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Type influence I got where
I'm from, got Yo Gotti totin'
a Drac' (On God)
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When you meet me, you gon' get real
motivated same day (On God)
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Them tear drops played out,
go get your favorite bullet
on your face (On God)
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Do not rap when I am told, I
rap when I got shit to say
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SF90, I'm allergic to Corvettes,
fuck a C8 (Lil' nigga)
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This an F8, not a C8, nigga,
Mansory edition
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In the May-May, oh my God,
what-happened-to-Virgil
edition (That Maybach)
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In the Wray-Wray, widebody,
Cullinan, Black Badge edition
(That Rolls-Royce)
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In the same Scat Pack since
I left, that mean you stuck,
lil' nigga (Yup)
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We all on a race to the top,
these niggas stuck, can't
get no bigger (Say what?)
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I got richer while in jail, locked in
the feds outdoin' niggas (On God)
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Now my watch got on a watch, my chain
got more chains than you niggas
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Ain't no such thing as real niggas,
but I'm damn sure ain't counterfeit
(I ain't fakin' this shit)
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Hid ten M's in the bank, then
went fed, got penitentiary rich
(I'm still filthy rich)
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Orderin' Ferraris off a jail
call, I'm real rich
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Make sure she cover my name
up if you plan on keepin'
the bitch (Fuck her)
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I signed a deal, then went to
jail, they ain't even seen
me pop my shit (On gang)
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I'm just now buyin' a chain that say
my name, I been bullshittin'
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My niggas died while in chains,
get-back gang, I'm right back
for revenge (Gang, on gang)
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Ayy, I dress way more colder,
every eight hours, I'm
changin' fits (What?)
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Every seven, I change the bitch
(What?), nothin' but foreigns when
we change lanes (Blrrrd)
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Hood poet, all these jewels I drop, how
you ain't make a chain? (Goofy)
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He ain't dead, but I got niggas
in the feds smokin'
Lil Wayne (Big Tunechi)
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Soon I see my Memphis homies, ayy,
man, say, man (What up?)
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I had nine M's to my name, makin'
chi-chis out Shabangs
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Reorganized my whole gang, on Sundays,
we work on our aim (On God)
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And every month on the thirteenth,
I'm boppin' out with a new chain
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I heard street niggas gettin' tummy
tucks, told you these rappers
lame (Man, these niggas gay)
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In my cell, I did a thousand
burpees, I toned up my frame
(Thousand of 'em straight)
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Fitted suit on, fitted cap turned
backwards, Richard Millie
plain (Patek plain jane)
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Them steppers who got him served, they
wasn't doin' it for lil' Saint
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See, my daddy my first co-D,
jumped in the streets, he showed
me lanes (Them facts)
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Your daddy a killer, but you ain't,
you just like Bronny James (Facts)
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I asked her where she want my kids, she
told me grab the brush and paint
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So I aimed right at her forehead
and tried to spell out my
name (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I got locked, niggas dropped million
dollars worth salt around my gang
(Right there by my name, nigga)
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Please tell me that shit fell up
out they pockets, skinny man
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