Pooh Shiesty, "Federal Contraband" (Lyrics) - Video

Pooh Shiesty, "Federal Contraband" (Lyrics)
#PoohShiesty, #FederalContraband, #TRAPPINCZN


Suggested:
https://sptlnk.com/Top-Rap-Songs-2021-2022
https://sptlnk.com/TheBestTrapSongs2021
https://sptlnk.com/TrendingRapSongs

Pooh Shiesty - Federal Contraband Lyrics:
"From the federal prison, you will not be charged for this call
This call is from the Big Blrrrd" (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, CEO checkin' in, what the fuck's choppin'?
Know it's been a minute since y'all heard from the one and only
But don't never doubt me or compare me to an opponent, man
Don't never question or worry about shit
Worry 'bout what I'ma do to a mothafucka
First time switchin' up the vent, I get versatile and all
I been fucked up, in my feelings, don't wanna talk, just playin' it off
Pay attention, shit hit different when you stuck behind that wall
But I don't regret it, shoutout to my two, shit ain't go as I thought
Damn, they tryin' to through dirt on my legacy
Built like a mountain you won't see me fall
Twenty hoes naked, first down, get called
Switch the location, I ain't goin' in raw
Play with my moves, ain't no out of bounds
Speak to my bitch, thought she was lyin'
Any time she say she could hold me down
Hard times, you gon' find out who really love you or your clout
In a fucked up situation that you won't hear come out my mouth
Yeah, my pint ain't long enough, this what I sound like breakin' down
I got locked, niggas stopped throwin' shit, they wouldn't if I was 'round
Like they happy I went federal, see what that hate about
I'ma make sure your fingers get cut off, say shit, count me out
My granddaddy passed away the other day, I just found out
Shit crazy, rest in peace, you'll forever live through me, blrrrd, ayy
I'm goin' through too much smoke at once, prayin' to God gon' help me clear it
Standin' ten for Tee Da P, I know you watchin', can you hear me?
On the jail call with my boo, she say your name, my eyes get teary
Just keep guidin' me my angels, that shit scary but I don't fear it
Step alone, my fallen soldiers all I need for my security
Don't hold grudges, I still love you
Just don't want you nowhere near me
In my cell, I'm tryna digest who really love and who fear me
Washin' my clothes in the sink, no more two thousand dollar Amiri jeans
In my cell, an AP, we up early, daily, pullin' schemes
My skin glowin' since I been sober, can't go back to sippin' Lean
My mind shit got different, I'm in prison before I'm sentenced
They don't even know the life I'm livin'
They tryna paint the picture of a menace
I need a second chance to get at 'em, my approach way too different
That's enough for all this fast shit
Let's go back to poppin', pimpin'
I can't never turn my back on none of my bitches from Memphis
Copped my country ho a stolo, sold my Brooklyn ho a Bentley
I was told, "Get up and get it," ran up racks in the pandemic
Tryna get rich or die slammin', I touched millions off of rammin'
Eight figures'll spin a nigga, pull triggers and get excited
Niggas I thought was so loyal turned C9 in my indictment
I got morals 'fore I bite some cheese, I'll lay down and keep quiet
All my bitches send me nudes, they pass out mail like it's a smiley
Got to laugh to keep from cryin', way too much shit on my shoulders
I thought I was movin' smart, this shit now make me more colder
Book me now get an arena, South Memphis baby went global
For one-seventy-five a show so ain't no more janky promoter
I paid my favorite cologne, this a six thousand dollar odor
Need a drug, you don't spin sober, I can't buy that shit you sellin'
Fuck a co-D, I move solo, mission time, Shiesty get selfish
Only two kings out of Memphis I know of, that's me and Elvis
Like a sock stay in my jumpsuit, poker keep scratchin' my pelvis
We shootin' dice for noodles, I went through your whole commissary, yeah, ayy
Slick used to two slide on jelly, blind as shit but now I see
I brought hip-hop back, the industry watered down without me
Dumb love for my niggas Smurk but I'm the real voice of the street
Dunkin' Donuts down here, wearin' purses and skinny jeans
Ayy, I'ma be back in a minute, won't be too long 'til I'm free, yeah
Ayy, won't be too long 'til I'm free, won't be too long 'til I'm free
Watch out bro
I tried to drop some shit with Dolph and Gotti caught a nigga murked
Let Gucci squash shit with me and Kodak 'cause it wasn't even worth it
Hate that shit happened with Von, left me with two open verses
Shiest gon' be back in a minute, right now, go check in with 30, blrrrd
I still remain untouched and unfucked with
Still talkin' my shit like I'm AP3, still poppin' gang shit
Still havin' my way like a king, eat like a king qand thinkin' like one
Ain't shit changed but how my clothes get washed
And all these doors that's locked, you hear me?
I heard niggas been gettin' bold early
Niggas got balls now, niggas ain't hidin' no more
They thin