
I Can Teach You ft. JohnDoee Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Zelly B, bitch
Stupid dummy
Haha
I can teach you how to flip a thousand grams
I can teach you how to bag that shit, yeah grab the scale
I can teach you how to make a hunnid k, wrap them bales
I can teach you study, learn, teach till you understand
I can teach you how to get it off, pass it underhand
I can teach you how to spend, double up, finesse the bands
I can teach you how to sneak, creep up, hit ya mans
I can teach you how to get the lean, perc and the zans
Four cars deep, yeah, we ridin' while you sleep
Grabba with the raw, nigga, we'll smoke him out the leaf
Brodie got the bag on his head, nigga, we ain't cheap
Got stones, got diamonds glistening all on my teeth
Got my quarterback, yeah, I call the play, we going deep
Nigga, step wrong, yeah, I leave the blood on my cleats
Ballin' hard, big three, M.i.a like the heat
Jit, you can't get paid if the mission ain't complete
Internet talkin', nah nigga, keep it in the street
Got boxes of the pints, nigga, shout out to ree
Rose gold with the white, that's a slight 20 piece
Call up Buddha Man, yeah, he chasing breesh, fpc
Beat her back down, yeah, beat it up till she pee
When I'm ready, nut on her face, yeah, she can't see
Brodie locked up in them chains like some Cuban links
Five dollars left on the site, I gotta make some breesh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Somebody mama called the crackers, said it's blood in the streets
How the fuck that he got hit, but ain't no slugs in the streets
Shell catcher, wrapped around the drake like that bitch was a sheet
You made ten in a month, my trap slang ten in a week
I hit the road, broad day to dark, I don't get no sleep
Two, two, threes, hit his top, he cut his head just like a sheep
A nigga play with me, damn, they'll think the terrorists hit the streets
I put a bag on your head, you put a bag in some cheeks
Winning world wide, I can study, learn, teach
I done had every stay, I wasn't touring off four seasons
I be steady on the block with the killers and the reapers
Chop a nigga ass up, send him to his mama up in pieces
I can teach you how to flip a thousand grams
I can teach you how to bag that shit, yeah grab the scale
I can teach you how to make a hunnid k, wrap them bales
I can teach you study, learn, teach till you understand
I can teach you how to get it off, pass it underhand
I can teach you how to spend, double up, finesse the bands
I can teach you how to sneak, creep up, hit ya mans
I can teach you how to get the lean, perc and the zans