NLE Choppa – Change My Ways Lyrics

(OG Parker)
Aye, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Damn)
Aye, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Oh, no, no, no)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop out on the block, turn into a sprinter
I’m not in my car, I’m in a rental
If that n**** want beef, take him to dinner
I love my Glock, got a lil’ kick in ha

N**** know what goin’ on
We ain’t talkin’ on the phone
If he don’t leave me ‘lone, I’ma have to get him gone
Retarded with this Choppa like a n**** missin’ chromosomes
After we drop his body, we gon’ go and dump him off

Don’t run from this ass whoopin’
And if you run, I grab my gun
Ay, shoot him in his back or some
I know he’s dead, he’s not shaken

Police call me, “Beat that case”
Before I eat, I say my grace
I see my Crips and shake up Grape
You know that I can’t change my ways

I’m a creative thinker, blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, make him turn to a singer
Saw bitch in his eyes when a n**** had seen him
If the n**** had the pipe, I would’ve damn near cleaned him

In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin’ dog food
Hit the backdoor ’cause the n**** seen the law intrudin’
N**** had to shoot him because he a tall dude
I ain’t finna fight no man, I’m a small dude

We was them n***** trappin’ with them Ks
The difference between me and you, bitch, I’m paid
Bullet flew pass my face in a shootout, I’m brave
If he send a diss, then he gon’ die today

Paid that bitch, just to give me the drop
I’ma trade him a Draco for another Glock
Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop
And I need some new shoes ’cause I ran from the narcs

Hop out on the block, turn into a sprinter
I’m not in my car, I’m in a rental
If that n**** want beef, take him to dinner
I love my Glock, got a lil’ kick in ha

N**** know what goin’ on
We ain’t talkin’ on the phone
If he don’t leave me ‘lone, I’ma have to get him gone
Retarded with this Choppa like a n**** missin’ chromosomes
After we drop his body, we gon’ go and dump him off

Don’t run from this ass whoopin’
And if you run, I grab my gun
Ay, shoot him in his back or some
I know he’s dead, he’s not shaken

Police call me, “Beat that case”
Before I eat, I say my grace
I see my Crips and shake up Grape
You know that I can’t change my ways

Can’t change my ways for a bitch, n****
You told what you saw you a snitch, n****
And where I’m from, keep a stick, n****
And keep you a mask when you stick n*****
And keep you a glove when you blick n*****
I don’t pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I’m the KKK ’cause I keep killin’ n*****
I don’t care where you at, we gon’ finish n*****

Kill a n****, then pop up at the wake
Slime in cut, he got popped by Grape
Face shot out the Drac, ain’t no way he gon’ make it
Tell his momma that I did it, better get your, baby

White boy the cut with the gun, slim shady
White boy with a bum in the cut, Tom Brady
I’m already on game, why this n**** tried and play me?
Hollow tip for a cop if that n**** try to taze me

Shit get spooky, n****, no cap
This shit get real vicious, on god, we creepin’ on these streets a hundred deep
We’ll do that
We’ll do that
Get that boy a blue bag
We’ll do that
Hundred some shots, come do that


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