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
 Rundown 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