Welcome to the mind of a motherfuckin′ maniac

Pray for me y'all, uh

Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up

This for all my broke, real niggas

Who squeeze triggers, but they don′t pay you to be active

Peep game, I'ma teach you how to rob a rapper

Catch a nigga lackin', he slackin′ on IG live

He gon′ show his whereabouts on accident, he be high

He gon' show the jewels he wearin′ and the car that he drive

Stupid nigga showed the same location three times

And it seem like every Friday after eight

He flex Crustacean menus, he like to date

Sit it out in the front catch, him at the valet

Never mind, it's Beverly Hills, you don′t wanna catch no case

Scratch that, bick back, he gon' slip up again

Gotta make it count, so you gotta score to win

Don′t get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends

Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz (nigga, I caught you, you bitch-ass nigga)

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

Aye, we gon′ use a dummy page to hit his management

"I′ma need your artist on my album, what's the damages?"

I got the cameraman with me, let′s shoot a movie too

Before I hung up on homie, told him, "It's bulletproof"

They on the way, call the gang and put ′em on the play

That watch alone, without the stones will go for 40K

Slide luxury under with Minnesota plates

Youngin' in the back lookin′ sketchy, he never show his face

There they go in that 'Burban, let 'em through the the gate

Finna bounce out on him, ′til I told him, "Wait"

We gon′ let him get bomfortable 'fore we strip his ass

Nah, never mind, nigga, let′s get this bag, what's happenin′?

Run them pieces concurrent, lil' nigga, gimme that

Or you gon′ have to eat this fifty pack, yeah

Fuck the Cuban, they callin' to get the tennis back

Already sold it, ain't no gettin′ it back, ah

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob (ayy, ayy, let me get Blood)

These rappers wanna come to the bricks and flash chips

In the hood, we was structured for robbin′ and field trips

It was a Friday, the perfect time to hit a lick

You tryna use the hood for clout, whole time we plottin' on your shit

I see ′em pull up, I chuck the hood up, you know you good, blood

Sic the homegirls on 'em, nigga, make ′em think it's hood love

And he ain′t bang the gang, so you know that it's a stick up

You better pay the homies for you try to come flick up

Okay, it's time to make a move on this nigga

Give me all your shit or, bitch, I′m pullin′ the trigger

I need that chain, the watch, and all the cash you got

Don't be thinkin′ shit sweet when you pull up on my block

Took the jewelry to the plaza, turned the jewels to some guap

I could teach you how to rob, I could teach you how to flock

This Bounty Hunter Watts and we ain't givin′ no passes

If he move funny, better blast it (blast it)

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob

I could teach you how to rob a rapper

I could teach you how to rob