Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teach Em Something, artist - JGreen
Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Teach Em Something |
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 |