Teach Em Something - JGreen

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

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'

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

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'

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

And that money fucking with my inside

Oh, the money fucking with my inside