Lesson (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
Foogiano：
Zaytoven
Yeah n***a
Ho ho Mob n***a
Tellin' you 1017
The Mayor n***a trouble Glacier
1017 Glacier So Icy Glacier
I can't speak on I can't speak on that s**t can't **** with them Patrick-ass n***as
I'm on the block with this s**t in the trap n***a
Huh Huh Ho ho
I don't know s**t about a murder I can't speak on
I can't speak on
I fill that Backwood up with VLONE sound like speakerphone
Zaza
I ****ed that ho then blocked her phone she say 'You dead wrong'
Godd**n
I pull off in that AMG ain't black it's two-tone
Skrrt skrrt
They tried to cross me out I tell 'em I can't get crossed
Triple cross
I'm rich as hell my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks
Ham hocks
Yeah it's the Mayor and the Mob and we don't take losses
It's the Mob
He talk that s**t but I make one call get that ***** n***a off
Off
It's the boss
Make one false move I'ma get that n***a crossed
Money talk
And guess what I got a hundred in my mouth
Boy your snout
I smoke big Backwoods of zaza every hour
Not the same
Boy you broke as hell your mama is to blame
Ain't raise you right
Mama Mayor raised me to grow up with stripes
I kept a pipe
'Cause I seen a n***a get killed on my bike
It changed my life
Promised myself I wouldn't let them take my life
So I move right
Kickin' doors every mornin' trap at night
Give you a lesson
'Bout this street s**t I'm a mother****in' veteran
I got respect
Ain't nobody more hood than my n***a TEC
Was movin' bad
Country n*** a serve a city boywith swag
Now that's his ass
If he want smoke say how hell he do the dash
Ice is cold
Fifteen on my wrist eighteen in my earlobe
We got the globe Mob
1017 we up bankroll hood it can't fold
Wipe his nose Glacier
B***h got mad because his slutty-ass b***h chose
I did her cold
Made her suck me with my ice on she was cold
Foogiano：
I don't know s**t about a murder I can't speak on
I can't speak on
I fill that Backwood up with VLONE sound like speakerphone
Zaza
I ****ed that ho then blocked her phone she say 'You dead wrong'
Godd**n
I pull off in that AMG ain't black it's two-tone
Skrrt skrrt
They tried to cross me out I tell 'em I can't get crossed
Triple cross
I'm rich as hell my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks
Really ham
Yeah it's the Mayor and the Mob and we don't take losses
It's the Mob
He talk that s**t but I make one call get that * **** n***a off
Off
Pooh Shiesty：
Ayy Foogi you ain't got to make no calls to get them *****es whacked
Just catch him comin' out his sneaky link and stretch him with this MAC
Two hundred shots up in this Optima one-fifty in this MAC
The chopper kick got .308s no .556s in my mag
Got *** **** pullin' out my **** I went and got my bands up
Could be the pilot on the plane and your ass still wouldn't pass us
We blessed his block up with a carbon go and pick your mans up
They done got a criminal rich now it's shots out the Lam' truck
I do too much my pockets stuffed done got my rubber bands stuck
Done poured a ten up in a Faygo this might be my last cup
When you go on that mission boy make sure you mask up
I started my own gang I'm into it with the task force
Foogiano：
I don't know s**t about a murder I can't speak on
I can't speak on
I fill that Backwood up with VLONE sound like speakerphone
Zaza
I ****ed that ho then blocked her phone she say 'You dead wrong'
Godd**n
I pull off in that AMG ain't black it's two-tone
Skrrt skrrt
They tried to cross me out I tell 'em I can't get crossed
Triple cross
I'm rich as hell my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks
Ham hocks
Yeah it's the Mayor and the Mob and we don' t take losses
It's the Mob
He talk that s**t but I make one call get that ***** n***a off
Off