Fouroxys - Teach It Lyrics

I put Ksubi on my brudda
I put jeans on my brudda
I put Ksubi on my brudda
I put jeans on my brudda
I put Ksubi on my brudda
I put jeans on my brudda
I put Ksubi on my brudda
I put jeans on my brudda
I'm a rich lil nigga I got lean in my gut
I got lean in my gutter, I got lean in my stomach
And these niggas talking hot put a beam on them buddy
How you claiming that we opps but you niggas run from me
Oxyluikaine got a lot of bread ho
Go to Dior just for the scandals
I can't-I can't save you bitch, you not a damsel
You got a .30 but it's shooting like it's Randle
I'll light a nigga up like a candle
Why this bitch wanna hold me like a handle
I said this shit before I'm in the bando
And I still don't give a f*ck bout getting cancelled
Told my shorty "Point him out" like an arrow
Point the beam niggas standing like a scarecrow
You a goofy, we ain't worried, know you scared bro
You can have the bops, but the good girls, we don't share those
I don't understand how niggas can't even make dough
Hit yo hoe nigga go and f*cking taste those
Took his hat off he look better with a Halo
Man you niggas know I gotta shoutout zayelo
I can keep f*cking going with the same flow
And I can keep f*cking on the f*cking same hoe
Bitch I crashed the cat, I went got a Range Rove
Rob a rich nigga for a car, that he ain't drove
Yeah, but the pape I really need it
Baby you was on some weird shit I swear I peeped it
Yeah I motherf*cking peeped it
So I ain't moving different for no motherf*cking reason
Yeah I got a f*cking reason
Evil and you f*cking bad, bitch you teasing
Can't let em get to yo emotions they deceiving
Niggas be some bitches I swear I can go and preach it
Oh you wanna flip a pack? I can teach it
Oh you wanna make a bag? I can teach it
Oh you tryna get CCs? I can teach it
Tryna learn how to make a glock? I can teach it