CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Teach You
Know some n***as that'll change on they dawg
Be them pu**y n***as round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid cuz I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark strapped up blickys and rods
Broski lost it all to the streets they put the blame on me
Baby would you change on me
I don't trust nun walk round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall $20,000 tell the gang its free
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
I can teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot the ones
I can teach you how to lay up in the cut, with that cutter n***a
Sit up in that b*t*h for a minute, get to bussin' at him
I don't need no help, n***a movе, how you gonna buss it with me
Let off my whole 40, bеtter move if you ain't got a blicky
{Verse 1}
Double tape my clip, reload my gun, incase this sh*t get sticky
Told that b*t*h you get that Glock up in your name, we Bobby/Whitney
Told my K you shoot that b*t*h don't never stop until its empty
I hope all the percocets that's in this cup might f**kin kill me
Love ain't gon' f**kin heal me, drugs that's what keeps me feeling
Your pain tough, love wasn't enough
I give you the clothes up off my back cuz you my brother
Post up with that drake, bro got you stretched so you can't touch us
They should of told you that the game wasn't cheap, told you that the game wasn't cheap
Tell them how you put the blame on me, everybody changed on me
Be them pu**y n***as round even though they know you don't want them around
Take care of your kid cuz I might kidnap your boy
I be outside at dark strapped up blickys and rods
Broski lost it all to the streets they put the blame on me
Baby would you change on me
I don't trust nun walk round with the gang on me
Know I keep a thing on me
Walk up in the mall $20,000 tell the gang its free
You know everything on me
I can teach you how to trap, I can teach you how to shoot a gun
I can teach you how to rap, I can teach you how to shoot the ones
I can teach you how to lay up in the cut, with that cutter n***a
Sit up in that b*t*h for a minute, get to bussin' at him
I don't need no help, n***a movе, how you gonna buss it with me
Let off my whole 40, bеtter move if you ain't got a blicky
{Verse 1}
Double tape my clip, reload my gun, incase this sh*t get sticky
Told that b*t*h you get that Glock up in your name, we Bobby/Whitney
Told my K you shoot that b*t*h don't never stop until its empty
I hope all the percocets that's in this cup might f**kin kill me
Love ain't gon' f**kin heal me, drugs that's what keeps me feeling
Your pain tough, love wasn't enough
I give you the clothes up off my back cuz you my brother
Post up with that drake, bro got you stretched so you can't touch us
They should of told you that the game wasn't cheap, told you that the game wasn't cheap
Tell them how you put the blame on me, everybody changed on me
