Learn to mob

Do me wrong you might gamble wit yo life

Fuck you mean I'm still counting up the stripes

Do this sober I don't need no lean wit sprite

Hennessey if a bottle was my type

Damn right game over if you step wrong

Big shoes I aint the type of toes you step on

Muddy background

With the fat rounds

Still the same dude that'll blast on

Ain't fucken with no fake like it's bad work

We just dust em up like a black shirt

Not ninety-nine this two hundred we shoot first