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 boy with 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