[Verse 1: C-Mob]

I'm just chilling with a beer in my hand

In the dice game and I'm nearing a grand

It's all cool and I'm here with the fam

But some dude who just spent about a year in the can

Keeps mugging and he's looking at me crazy

Probably cause I take his money every time he fades me

If you can't afford to lose don't play me

Act like a man quite crying like a baby

Sitting there pouting with his eyes wet

Crapping out plus he losing off of side bets

I'm surprised the little bitch ain't cried yet

You can always make thе money back homie why sweat?

Thеn he just snapped when the dice cracked

So I laid him out flat and needing ice packs

He said that he wanted me dead

So me and Slush both put a gun to his head

[Chorus: Donta Slusha]

Every time I (x3)

Think shits cool a motherfucker get to trynna act hard

So I lace up my Chucks

Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt

Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger

Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Donta Slusha]

The bigger the strap the bigger the gap

It'll get you when you hearing the clap

You better get on your back

When you see me be prepared for the riots

I'm talking trunks popping, fans crying

I ain't lying they get sick on the block

You can hit one chop

And it's back to work, the shit don't stop

If the shit don't lock, then it's back to the closet

Back in all black back door down I kick

I gets mine like Rondo

I'm a landmark nigga from the condo

Phone plan combo limited speed

I'm a weekend whore unlimited freak

Su-wu blood gang what up man

One more time blood gang what up man Su-wu

East sider, round top hustler

Deuce block nigga

Donta the Slusher

[Chorus: Donta Slusha]

Every time I (x3)

Think shits cool a motherfucker get to trynna act hard

So I lace up my Chucks

Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt

Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger

Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker

[Verse 3: C-Mob]

Every time I stop and listen

I hear the opposition

They're wanting me broke as a joke, no hope and not a pot to piss in

I'll get the choppers spitting and kill the competition

So when you see me believe me I'm bout to block your vision

When I get them fangs showing

I'mma get to flame-throwing

Anger's in my veins flowing

Now I am insane going psycho

Assault rifle a knife'll get all you lames knowing

I hold my disciples and rivals know that I ain't showing love to a bitch thug trynna act hard

Get drug through the strip club to the black car

Pistol whipped him till I left him with the pumpkin head

Then we lift him up and threw him in the trunk then fled

So you better come proper cause we all strapped

Then we'll hit you with the chopper or the ball bat

If you wanna act hard better fall back

Or run like a track star cause you'll fall flat

[Chorus: Donta Slusha]

Every time I (x3)

Think shits cool a motherfucker get to trynna act hard

So I lace up my Chucks

Mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt

Gas for the cut Franklin's for the slugger

Louisville, Louisville club a motherfucker