Fdo

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)
Ay, I dress 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, ay, mane, say, mane (what up?)
I had nine M 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 13th, I'm boppin' out with a new chain
I heard skreet nigga 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 skraight)
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 skreets, he showed me lanes (them facts)
Your daddy a killer, but you ain't, you ju' 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)
I got locked, nigga dropped million dollar 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', "Blrrrd, " without permission that they stealin' (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Memphis menace, kids, say no to drugs and damn right to killin' (blrrrd)
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 counter (say what?)
I'm out on papers with a fully ARP sittin' on the counter (blrrrd, that blrrrd)
Ay, you think you got more shot than CG, come and try your luck (pussy)
You ain't never bought no crate or no grenade, shut the fuck up (shut y'all broke-ass up, nigga)
I just ordered a gun store, nobody ain't got more chop than us (on God)
901-375-0762, call my bluff (try that)
I treat a player like a player and a custo like a cluck
You need to treat your glizzy like a collared shirt and button it up (ah, ah)
I treat gangstas 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 ambushed, can't go out sad, can't get outfoxed (the fuck?)
I sicced a C girl on the opps, she left an AirTag in his glove box (slatt)
KD patient, he might spank 'em next year or tomorrow (try that)
I took my homie Dumbo Glock 'cause he went out like Cheddar Bob (fuck him)