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 fuck 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 fucking taste those

Took his hat off he look better with a Halo

Man you niggas know I gotta shoutout zayelo

I can keep fucking going with the same flow

And I can keep fucking on the fucking 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 motherfucking peeped it

So I ain't moving different for no motherfucking reason

Yeah I got a fucking reason

Evil and you fucking 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