FDO lyrics by Pooh Shiesty

0:10(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) pussy nigga, blrrrd, ay

0:13FDO, FTF, first day out, bitch, fuck the feds

0:15Walked out the jail, I saw six foreigns, I just got out the bunk bed

0:18Three million cash, can't fit in my hand, then sit some on my head

0:22Bae, come put that pussy on me, bitch, I'm fresh from out the feds (on God)

0:25I say fresh from out the feds, baby, come put that pussy on me (put that pussy on me)

0:29Turnt as fuck in the strip club, ran outta ones, started throwin' hunnids

0:32Nigga, I can't fumble shit, the whole world been waitin' on it (yup)

0:35Tucked that knife all way to R&D, gave it to my lil' homie, nigga (let's go)

0:39Ain't no more Mufasa, Mr. Goldman, I catch jets to Johnny (yup)

0:42Ain't no more outfits from Southland Mall, this setup made in London (yup)

0:45Couple hos jumped off my bid, majority waited on me (fuck 'em)

0:48She just actin' faithful to you 'til I get home, trust me, homie (I stamp that)

0:51Feel impatient, I might do a demonktration off GP (this one here on me)

0:55I ain't shot nothin' in like four years, I ain't sent a hit in three (on GP)

0:58Don't let Durk verse go to your head, ain't nobody slime as me (I stamp that)

1:01I'm the one from 'round the corner where they snaked Martin Luther King (yup)

1:04Extra aggressive out in traffic 'cause Hank ain't in the backseat (free Hank)

1:07Everywhere I go, it's cars trailin' 'cause Reckless ain't drivin' me (long live the gang)

1:11I get mad when I look around and my members ain't where they 'posed to be

1:14A whole war goin' on, I'm stuck in the cage, it drove me crazy

1:17(Did that time, Shiesty, stay out the way) 30, pass me that Drac' (blrrrd)

1:21(Say fuck the hood, Memphis ain't no good) get your bitch ass out my face (blrrrd)

1:24Unfortunately, I'm CEO and the top shooter for my gang

1:27My grandma told me keep my grass low, the whole time, I'm the snake (a slime)

1:31Smelled his plot from like three miles away, he can't outsnake a snake

1:35I ain't choose the skreets, they chose me, steppin' on shit my lane

1:38I ain't choose to rap, it chose me, my name held too much weight

1:41Type influence I got where I'm from, got Yo Gotti totin' a Drac' (on God)

1:45When you meet me, you gon' get real motivated same day (on God)

1:48Them tear drops played out, go get your favorite bullet on your face (on God)

1:51Do not rap when I am told, I rap when I got shit to say

1:54SF90, I'm allergic to Corvettes, fuck a C8 (lil' nigga)

1:58This an F8, not a C8, nigga, Mansory edition

2:01In the May-May, oh my God, what-happened-to-Virgil edition (that Maybach)

2:04In the Wray-Wray, widebody, Cullinan, Black Badge edition (that Rolls-Royce)

2:07In the same Scat Pack since I left, that mean you stuck, lil' nigga (yup)

2:11We all on a race to the top, these niggas stuck, can't get no bigger (say what?)

2:14I got richer while in jail, locked in the feds outdoin' niggas (on God)

2:17Now my watch got on a watch, my chain got more chains than you niggas

2:20Ain't no such thing as real niggas, but I'm damn sure ain't counterfeit (I ain't fakin' this shit)

2:24Hid ten M's in the bank, then went fed, got penitentiary rich (I'm still filthy rich)

2:27Orderin' Ferraris off a jail call, I'm real rich

2:30Make sure she cover my name up if you plan on keepin' the bitch (fuck her)

2:34I signed a deal, then went to jail, they ain't even seen me pop my shit (on gang)

2:37I'm just now buyin' a chain that say my name, I been bullshittin'

2:40My niggas died while in chains, get-back gang, I'm right back for revenge (gang, on gang)

2:43Ay, I'm just way more colder, every eight hours, I'm changin' fits (what?)

2:46Every seven, I change the bitch (what?), nothin' but foreigns when we change lanes (blrrrd)

2:50Hood poet, all these jewels I drop, how you ain't make a chain? (Goofy)

2:53He ain't dead, but I got niggas in the feds smokin' Lil Wayne (big Tunechi)

2:57Soon I see my Memphis homies, ay, mane, say, mane (what up?)

3:00I had nine M's to my name, makin' chi-chis out Shabangs

3:03Reorganized my whole gang, on Sundays, we work on our aim (on God)

3:06And every month on the 13th, I'm boppin' out with a new chain

3:09I heard skreet nigga gettin' tummy tucks, told you these rappers lame (man, these niggas gay)

3:13In my cell, I did a thousand burpees, I toned up my frame (thousand of 'em skraight)

3:16Fitted suit on, fitted cap turned backwards, Richard Millie plain (Patek plain Jane)

3:20Them steppers who got him served, they wasn't doin' it for lil' Saint

3:23See, my daddy my first co-D, jumped in the skreets, he showed me lanes (them facts)

3:26Your daddy a killer, but you ain't, you just like Bronny James (facts)

3:29I asked her where she want my kids, she told me grab the brush and paint

3:32So I aimed right at her forehead and tried to spell out my name (yeah, yeah, yeah)

3:36I got locked, nigga dropped million dollars worth salt around my gang (right there by my name, nigga)

3:39Please tell me that shit fell up out they pockets, skinny man

3:42Please tell these rap niggas sayin', "Blrrrd," without permission that they stealin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

3:46Memphis menace, kids, say no to drugs and damn right to killin' (blrrrd)

3:49She choose, but her lips ain't move, I read her eyes, they said, "Pimp me"

3:52See, bae, I'm least likely some pimpin', but I'm more likely a bachelor

3:55Super Shiesty, crooked letter, crooked letter, David Banner (slatt)

3:59In the trap, feelin' like O-Dog, watchin' hits I did on camera (I shoot shit on camera)

4:02Out on papers with a 922G sittin' on my counter (say what?)

4:05I'm out on papers with a fully ARP sittin' on the counter (blrrrd, that blrrrd)

4:09If you think you got more shots than CG, come and try your luck (pussy)

4:12You ain't never bought no crate or no grenade, shut the fuck up (shut y'all broke-ass up, nigga)

4:15I just ordered a gun store, nobody ain't got more chop than us (on God)

4:18901, 375, 0762, call my bluff (try that)

4:22I treat a player like a player and a custo like a cluck

4:25You need to treat your glizzy like a collared shirt and button it up (ah, ah)

4:29I treat gangstas like civilians, I treat smart niggas like ducks (quack)

4:32Long story short, short story shorter, nigga, I cannot be touched (at all)

4:35Cannot slip up, can't get on books, can't go out sad, can't get out far (the fuck?)

4:38I sicced a C girl on the opps, she left an AirTag in his glove box (slatt)

4:41KD patient, he might spank 'em next year or tomorrow (try that)

4:45I took my homie Dummo Glock 'cause he went out like Cheddar Bob (fuck him)

4:48Thank e'ry bitch I had to shit on for these foreigns in my garage (they custom)

4:51E'ry bitch who lost faith in me named after one of my cars

4:55Where y'all? Stolo still parked, stuffin' zaza in pickle jars (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrd)

4:58If my Drac' jam on me, we beefin', I'ma turn Kendrick Lamar

5:01He got his car flipped on Lamar, died with his gun, he couldn't e'en shoot

5:05I'm CEO, I cannot go, even my skrikers bulletproof

5:08All my hos from Memphis still allowed to call me Mr. Pooh

5:11Seven foreigns, rose gold, my first day out, damn fool, blrrrd (blrrrd, blrrrd)

5:16Rooster-ass nigga

5:18♪