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Lesson - Foogiano, Pooh Shiesty

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Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer

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2020

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Lesson

Foogiano, Pooh Shiesty

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Yeah, nigga

Ho, ho, Mob, nigga

Tellin' you (1017)

The Mayor, nigga, trouble (Glacier)

1017 (Glacier), So Icy (Glacier)

I can’t speak on, I can’t speak on that shit, can’t fuck with them Patrick-ass

niggas

I’m on the block with this shit, in the trap, nigga

Huh?

Ho, ho

I don’t know shit 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 fucked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, «You dead wrong"(Goddamn)

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 shit, but I make one call, get that pussy nigga off (Off)

It’s the boss

Make one false move, I’ma get that nigga 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 nigga 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 shit, I’m a motherfuckin' veteran

I got respect

Ain’t nobody more hood than my nigga TEC

Was movin' bad

Country nigga, 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)

Bitch got mad because his slutty-ass bitch chose

I did her cold

Made her suck me with my ice on, she was cold

I don’t know shit 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 fucked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, «You dead wrong"(Goddamn)

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 shit, but I make one call, get that pussy nigga off (Off)

Ayy, Foogi, you ain’t got to make no calls to get them pussies 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 bitches pullin' out my dick, 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