(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
pussy nigga, blrrd

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 the hands
then sit somethin' 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, start 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 till 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 snake Martin Luther King (yup)
Extra aggressive out in traffic 'cause
Hank ain't in the backseat (lil 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 me
A whole war goin' on
I'm stuck in the cage, this drove me crazy
(Genuine this time, Shiesty, stay out the way) 30
pass me that Drac' (blrrd)
(Say, fuck the hood, Memphis ain't look good)
get your bitch ass out my face (blrrd)
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 had 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
And the Maymay, oh my God
what happened to Virgil edition? (That Maybach)
And the Royroy widebody, Cullinan
black badge edition (that Rolls-Royce)
And 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 down showin' counterfeit
Hit ten M's in the bank, then went fed
got penitential risks (still feel the risks)
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 see me pop my shit (on Goddy)
I'm just not buyin' a chain didn't 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 (blrrd)
Hood poet, all this juice I drop
how you ain't make a change? (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 have nine M's to my name, makin' chee-cheese out your bank
To reorganize my whole gang
on Sunday, 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-tucked
told you these rappers lame (man, these niggas gay)
In my cell, I did a thousand burpees, I toned up my frame
Fitted suit on, fitted cap [?] 'bout this
Richard Millie plain (yeah, this plain Jane)
Them steppers who got him served
they was doin' for lil Saint (FBJ and Saint Laurent)
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 him
just like Bronny James (bet)
I asked 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, nigga 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'
Blrrd without permission that they
stealin' (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
Memphis menace, kids say no to drugs
and they ain't right to kill it (blrrd)
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 kennel (say what?)
I'm out on papers with a fully ARP
sittin' on a kennel (blrrd, that blrrd)
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 your 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 (trap)
I treat a player like a player
and the custo like a cluck (you need it)
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 down busted
can't go out sad, can't get out far (fuck)
I seek to see girls on the opps
she left her AirTag in his glove box (slatt)
KD patient, he might spank 'em next year or tomorrow
I took my homie [?] 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
With y'all stolo still [?] stuffin' zaza
in pickle jars (blrrd, blrrd, 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, blrrd (blrrd, blrrd)
Rooster-ass nigga