Teacher - vsk.

Bless a bitch, I feel like I’m a preacher

Learn my text, worship me as your teacher

Rap my verse like I’m drawing a picture

Lift you up to the light I can reach it

Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher

Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

There is no sex in a paradise

I’m flexin so hard I don’t need your christ

I can buy your heart I know the price

I’m blowing the crowd Vanella Ice

Your vision is green, my vision is VV

My bitch sip lean, your bitch on Riri

You can’t stop me, I won’t stop, feel me?

I can’t stop, won’t stop, bitch you feel me?

(Whoah! Ay!)

All these young rappers trynna fuck the culture

But they know nothing 'bout the fuckin' culture

I’ll fight you! Sounds like a legal approach

I don’t know you, so why you actin' like a coach

But you know bitch, I’m not trying to poach

Bitch I never vote, shit drowning in leaky boat

Look me in my eyes

Who do you calling a GOAT?

(Ay)

I feel like bird in a box

I never fuck in a sox, cum on that bich

Yes she a thot

They said: «I got yo back bro» (No cap)

«You flexin' so hard bro» (No cap)

«Fuck fake bros, bro» (No cap)

Beat a mf’s ass with a strap

(Yuh)

Bless a bitch, I feel like I’m a preacher

Learn my text, worship me as your teacher

Rap my verse like I’m drawing a picture

Lift you up to the light I can reach it

Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher

Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

Hit me up if you’re ready for feature

I’m afraid you’re gonna need you a bleacher

Promise you that I know how to treat her

Promise you that I know, I’m a teacher

(Ay, ay, teacher, ay)

Call me legendary creature, bitch

Lazy daisy stitching bitch

Flexin' so hard, I don’t need you, snitch

Slaughter your daughter. Low pitch

Say my name — vsk

Do you feel pain? Well, thats ok

On my chest my fucking gang

Pussy boy, you a lame

I won the race, can beat the case, huh

Be careful boy, or you can get cooked

Smokin' so hard I can’t wake up

I pour blood into my cup

I won the race, can beat the case, huh

Be careful boy, or you can get cooked

Smokin' so hard I can’t wake up

I pour blood into my cup

Bless a bitch, I feel like I’m a preacher

Learn my text, worship me as your teacher

Rap my verse like I’m drawing a picture

Lift you up to the light I can reach it

Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher

Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher

You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

There is no sex in a paradise

I’m flexin so hard I don’t need your christ

I can buy your heart I know the price

I’m… Fuck

Yo stop that shit bro, I’m high as fuck man I can’t rap no more bro

Fo real