Federal Reality Lyrics by Pooh Shiesty

0:04(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh) blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

0:07Blrrrd, get up, pussy

0:07Get up with me

0:09Bulletproof, I'm the bully

0:10You walk 'round Memphis, you know I'm totin' a fully

0:13First day out them jail doors, I burnt up all my jail clothes

0:17'Rari truck and Richard Mille, both of 'em dipped in rose gold

0:20Got kicked out the FCI, crashed with the GD, glizzy froze

0:23Stood over - with that blrrrd, somehow that bitch survived, though

0:27In the trenches, sittin' on the curb, I hear the skreets tellin' me, "Go"

0:30Since they locked up Smurk, I don't listen to "Federal Nightmares" no more

0:34This shit reality, they plottin' to shatter us with a RICO

0:37These niggas'll shoot at you, you bust back at 'em, they gon' tell the folks

0:40Six months in isolation, I learned to master patience

0:44Showed me who real and fake and postin' "Free Shiesty" won't save 'em

0:48I got two different ways I wanna go 'bout gettin' somethin' skraighten

0:51But this halfway house and home confinement shit finna drive me crazy

0:54I just wanna pop out in yo' section, 30 deep, nigga

0:59Turn the radio down, I'm tryna listen to the skreets, nigga

1:01Steady rippin' my trigger, fact and them for SRT (facts)

1:06Some reason I think them switches fit better on Gen 3s, nigga

1:08For Treyday, we chunk threes, my bitch Black and Japanese

1:11Ridin' foreign, it's a Striker, this bitch ain't even got no key

1:15I might let the sunroof back so when she top me, you can see

1:18Got her feet facin' the door, head in my lap, knees in the seat

1:22I'm tryna run through the top bitches from yo' section in one week

1:25Pussy ho send me one letter talmbout she wrote, that shit weak

1:29Behind them chains, you played them games, I'm back out, now the game's on me

1:33Won't show my hand, feet back on land, Pooh Shiesty, capital P

1:36A real hitter, check my credentials, he ain't slick, I just ain't kicked him

1:39Hope my lil' niggas get richer, if she blink twice, I'ma hit her

1:43Bitch want me to eat and kiss her, bitch, you tweakin', play with yo' nigga

1:46And I heard yo' nigga snitched, that make both of y'all hot as shit

1:50You ain't never seen a nigga bop in the club with yo' bitch

1:53And they know we smooshed they nigga, they still ain't tried to do shit

1:57KRISS Vector clip with a switch, 57 so accurate

2:00All my lil' homies smack shit, even my sunroof five-percent

2:03In the feds, if you get anything under ten, that's a win

2:07Richard Mille my best friend, after him, it's Benjamin

2:10Dozin' off in a Maybach Benz, I was off Wocky and Triss

2:14Shiesty chain, three bricks of fent', two Ms from my head to my wrist

2:17I came home, nigga still broke, I wasn't e'en missin' shit

2:21I'm dumpin' ashes on a 16 thousand dollar outfit

2:25Now all my cars rose gold, bulletproof Mansory kits

2:28I'm still Mr. Go Too Far, ain't never goin', ain't never went, pussy

2:32♪