Young Thug, Gunna - The Teachers lyrics

Thugger sips
Man, nowadays, like coughs
(Wheezy Beats)
I don't even wanna see the victory
Na'm sayin'? I don't even wanna see the
The records I broke, na'm sayin'?
Nevermind that, you na'm sayin'?
'Cause when you see it, you na'm sayin'?
The moment you see it
You start taking heat for it
And you slow your roll, you na'm sayin'?
I don't ever wanna slow my roll, I wanna
Always feel like I didn't break the records
You na'm sayin'?
So I can keep breaking records dig that

Ashin' blunts inside my Grammys (Uh)
Porsche Calado nigga, whip it panoramic
Clothes neat, shoes tied
Like I'm 'bout to run it
Concierge tryna get me sent up off the planet
Trick or Treat like a lil' old boy
Ching ching-cong, better leave that alone
(What you say?)
Chop off the top and I leave it down
You riding with me, truth or dare?
Pull off in a foreign coupe-coupe-coupe
Cash on delivery, whoop-whoop-whoop
You told me that you living, but me too
Cash talk always
Runnin' through the hallways
Chasin' money always, answer, never call back
All my niggas racked up, all my bitches bad
Yeah if he play, then mask up
Gon' shoot 'em up-up, hey
My momma a black panther just like Cam Newton
I pray to the Lord, then I start shootin'
I get thrax for my soul
But they gotta prove it
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, nigga, let's do it
Gon' and get it off your chest
Get some more clips and get a vest
Get around your bitch and give her less
Shoot 'em in his flesh and watch him rest
Catch your bitch and make the bitch flush
Catch your bitch and watch his bitch lush
Drain the babies, baby, better not flush
Icy, who want it with us?
Three hundred twelve thousand for
A Bentley truck
Another fifty just to pipe the system up
A hundred eighty thousand for the Patek
Everybody whippin', Super Mario
Everybody livin', ain't no more poor
Everybody really gettin' they own dough
Everybody whippin' up they own coke
Everybody subscribing they own folks
Everybody know, you say you don't know
Everybody bitches getting lipo
Everybody livin' to the fullest
All these hoes are stallions
Like they broncos

Bronco (Bronco) bronco (Bronco)
Bronco gunna

My momma a black panther just
Like Thugga momma too
I know you wanna fuck me baby
Gon' and tell the truth
They thought it was a game 'til
I started bustin' out the roof
Hoodie out to Oakland when I ride through
I done been through so much, I been lied to
I wouldn't tell you go do
Something I wouldn't do
System so fucked up, I can't go by the rules
They just made a law I couldn't abide to
I wouldn't go out sad even if I tried to
Lately I been eatin' steak and
Not no fast food
You been sellin' music off of iTunes
Fuck who askin' everything new
Said we goin' up and bro, it's times two
I just tell security
"Let them dimes through"
You know we fuck these bitches
All around the city
We fuck 'em by the two, we ménagin' it
Put 'em on a jet, I let her fly with me
Told them bitches "Come on
Spend some time with me"
Private Leers takin' off, the lean spillin'
Man, I need to wake up
Think I'm still dreamin'
They callin' for these pints
These niggas still fiendin'
Hope the Lord protect me from the real demons
Had a party, was so crazy
Cleaners still cleanin'
Smashin' in them Beamers, nigga
Wheely beamin' i just made some friends that
Like to eat the semen
Told my niggas that I'm done
Ain't fuckin' with the pieces
Hit a nigga block and leave
'em rest in pieces
I tried to tell 'em listen, nigga
We them teachers we the teachers