FDO lyrics

[Verse]
Where you at? n*gga, first day out
I ain't looking for no first day clout
Look for the plug with a dog like Mickey Mouse
Told big homie slide but he took the chicken route
Wintertime when I bring them extensions out
Summertime when I'm bringing that nine out
Cap in your raps, n*ggas know what you lying 'bout
I'm in the field, n*ggas call it timeout
You supposed to be Omerta, remember?
f*ck 12, f*ck a public defender
You a turtle, so your man Master Splinter
You act like a b*tch so I don't know your gender
I Kirk on a n*gga, I am not in the mood
Mob ties, shout out Goonew and Dude
I'm the sh*t, I ain't talkin' the stool
My right hand to God, I'll split a n*gga's food
We supposed to never tell, remember?
"For Xan, I'll take an L," remember?
All of the sudden, n*ggas talk to 12, huh?
Out of four people, I was sent to jail, huh?
These the same n*ggas, choppers and them scales, huh?
When they get questioned, they start turning pale, huh?
12 ask me, I can't read, write, and spell
Only thing I do is rerock a bale
I been a gun plug, we got G-lock for sale
n*ggas see me and they hiding they shells
I slide on these n*ggas, they hiding from shell
I feel like Hova, this the holy grail
How you gon' hate and play me in your speakers?
Dylann Roof sh*t, I'll come up, shoot the preacher
I gave you the option to feed me, your Jesus
I'm over nine thousand, feeling like Vegeta
Swear nobody care 'til you dead or you locked
Flood the cell with the water on 24 lock
Tried to give me a sentence, but that's not my Glock
That was mine, I ain't lyin'
Shout goes out to Kaydoo 'cause he slide anytime
Big Xan in the field like it's NFL Prime
Know some lean junkies, you get killed for a line
Got two hands on the nine like it's 9:45
n*ggas snitchin', they gay, might as well go to pride
I'ma shoot that b*tch up
Next year, n*gga