Taught Y'all That Lesson
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
Nigga I used to have a fan obsession
Nigga I ain't even gone text it
Nigga I been hit all of the treesh so nigga I ain't even gone flex it
Nigga I'm posted in all of the trees
I hop out beating my chest in
Nigga I been had ate all the beats
So why you think a nigga still flexing?
Damn
Hang him off a ledge with his bestfriend
Cause I been stacked up like it's Tetris
And I been pulled up, got neck bitch
And I ain't even send her a message
And I ain't even know that's her bestfriend
And I ain't even know that's her roommate
And Sem been told me these niggas gone hate
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
Walk in the spot and I'm fly as hell like I got a plane I'm catching
I ain't talk to my lil bitch all day and naw I don't plan on texting
I prevail, these niggas gon' hate anyway I never stress it
I could tell this lil bitch like me cause she doing extra
Take the lil bitch to my crib and she gon' do whatever
Left that nigga he mad she said I do it better
Lil boo you thought you was clever
You ain't finna get no Louie sweaters
Thought you was playing me good, nah lil hoe you could never
Look at that nigga you came with girl now look at me
Come on baby, you fine let's spend some time, yeah let's go book a suite
Little past seven I'll slide by the time it's nine you gon' be put to sleep
Way I been spitting these rhymes I feel like Bron and it's my rookie season
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
Nigga I used to have a fan obsession
Nigga I ain't even gone text it
Nigga I been hit all of the treesh so nigga I ain't even gone flex it
Nigga I'm posted in all of the trees
I hop out beating my chest in
Nigga I been had ate all the beats
So why you think a nigga still flexing?
Damn
Hang him off a ledge with his bestfriend
Cause I been stacked up like it's Tetris
And I been pulled up, got neck bitch
And I ain't even send her a message
And I ain't even know that's her bestfriend
And I ain't even know that's her roommate
And Sem been told me these niggas gone hate
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
Walk in the spot and I'm fly as hell like I got a plane I'm catching
I ain't talk to my lil bitch all day and naw I don't plan on texting
I prevail, these niggas gon' hate anyway I never stress it
I could tell this lil bitch like me cause she doing extra
Take the lil bitch to my crib and she gon' do whatever
Left that nigga he mad she said I do it better
Lil boo you thought you was clever
You ain't finna get no Louie sweaters
Thought you was playing me good, nah lil hoe you could never
Look at that nigga you came with girl now look at me
Come on baby, you fine let's spend some time, yeah let's go book a suite
Little past seven I'll slide by the time it's nine you gon' be put to sleep
Way I been spitting these rhymes I feel like Bron and it's my rookie season
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was on everything so I can send a message
So I can never stress it
Get him gone
He testing me when class is not in session
Money come, these bitches come, it turned into a profession
Hop in a bitch and I plan to wreck it, she falling, ain't plan to catch it
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Writer(s): Anthony Mills
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