Teach Em Something

[Intro]
Fuck goin' on?
Where it's at, though
What the fuck goin' on?
(Nick on the track)
Woah
Ayy, woah
Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, woah, ayy
Let's go

[Chorus]
Told my mama I'm thuggin', I'd rather be dead than rather be broke
She ain't believe I was thuggin' until the police kicked our door
I could teach you niggas somethin', teach you how to get a roll
How to break it out the pot, you gotta stand over the stove
Oh, they want me to talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit, I'm in that mode
Nobody gettin' spared no more, I just don't care no more
Gas a nigga like Texaco, pull up, got TECs at your home
Ask God to right my wrongs, ask God to clean my soul
Stickin' to the code, never fold, it's the vision
Seen some niggas feelin' bold, we ain't scored in a minute
I got niggas in the hold awaiting their trial, the charge is pending
It'd be bodies after bodies, niggas droppin' if they slippin'

[Verse 1]
I just be slidin', that's just my commitment
I just be vibin', but really I'm with it
I hear the sirens, I'm doin' the ticket
'Cause I got 'bout thirty-one shots in the Glizzy
But I ain't got thirty-one opps I could mention
I mix the Gucci up with the Givenchy
I just be bootin' up when I be sippin'
I got my tool in the club, I ain't trippin'
If you make a move, make a budge, then you get it
I brought the goons in the club and they with it
We might just buy all the bottles in here
We might just fuck all the models in here
We might just go get it poppin' in here
We got these bitches on Roxies in here
We got these bitches on molly in here
I got my niggas, we vibin' in here
I'm readin' the beef, I'm poppin' to kill
Coppin' a deuce and I'm coppin' the steel
Pourin' a four and I'm poppin' the seal
Glock 4-0 knock a nigga out his heel
All of my niggas got bodies for real
He catch a body, I'll buy him a Benz
I need to see a psychiatrist
I got them young niggas on mob shit

[Chorus]
Told my mama I'm thuggin', I'd rather be dead than rather be broke
She ain't believe I was thuggin' until the police kicked our door
I could teach you niggas somethin', teach you how to get a roll
How to break it out the pot, you gotta stand over the stove
Oh, they want me to talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit, I'm in that mode
Nobody gettin' spared no more, I just don't care no more
Gas a nigga like Texaco, pull up, got TECs at your home
Ask God to right my wrongs, ask God to clean my soul
Stickin' to the code, never fold, it's the vision
Seen some niggas feelin' bold, we ain't scored in a minute
I got niggas in the hold awaiting their trial, the charge is pending
It'd be bodies after bodies, niggas droppin' if they slippin'

[Verse 2]
I walk in Gucci, I buy it, I want it
I walk in Louis, I buy it, I want it
Won't walk in that bitch if that fire ain't up on me
Don't walk up wrong, lil' nigga, it's loaded
Pop me a Perc, now I'm high and I'm floatin'
I just spent twenty like fuck the commotions
I just made twenty like fuck the promotions
These niggas ain't got them no hustlin' motive
I'm robbin' the robber, jackin' the jacker
They was just talkin', but I got active
Run down on the crew, let me have it
You can tell by how I talk, I ain't actin'
We was slidin' on niggas in traffic
Brought them bags, then we bringin' the baggage
Brought the beat, then we bringin' the madness
Brought the beater, we bringin' the caskets
I say what I mean, ain't no bendin'
Got bitches, they droppin' their panties
But I ain't got no time for romantics
I only got time for the fetty
I only got time for the fetty
I only got time for the fetty
I need that green, guap, lettuce
I need that cheese, I need it heavy

[Outro]
And that money fucking with my inside
Oh, the money fucking with my inside