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Change My Way
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NLE Choppa
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Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental If that n***a want beef, take him to dinner I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her He ain't know what goin' on We ain't talkin' on the phones If he don't leave me alone I'ma have to get him gone Retarded with this choppa like a n***a missed a chromosome We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home Don't run from his a** whoopin' And if he run I grab my gun And shoot him in his back or some' I know he's dead, he's not shakin' Police call me, beat that case Before I eat, I say my grace I seen my Crips and shakе up Grape You know that I can't change my ways Ayy, I'm a Crip Blunt in my finger Catch mе a rapper, make him turn to a singer Saw b*t*h in his eyes when a n***a had seent him If a n***a had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him In the trap fool, with the sack fool, sellin' dog food Hit the b*t*h 'cause a n***a seen the law fool N***a 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***as trappin' with them K's The difference between me and you, b*t*h I'm paid Put a in my face in the shootout, I'm brave If he send a diss, then he gon' die today Hate that b*t*h 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 Man I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner I'm not in my car, I'm in the rental If that n***a want beef, take him to dinner I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her He ain't know what goin' on We ain't talkin' on the phones If he don't leave me alone I'ma have to get him gone Retarded with this choppa like a n***a missed a chromosome We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home Don't run from his a** whoopin' And if he run I grab my gun And shoot him in his back or some' I know he's dead, he's not shakin' Police call me, beat that case Before I eat, I say my grace I seen my Crips and shake up Grape You know that I can't change my ways Can't change my ways for a b*t*h n***a You told what you saw, you a snitch n***a And where I'm from, keep a stick n***a And keep you a mask when you stick n***as And keep you a glove when you blick n***as I don't pop sh*t, I pop gun triggers I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' n***as I don't care where you at, we gon' finish n***as Kill a n***a then pop up at the wake Slime in the cut, he got popped by a 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 in the cut with the guns little baby White boy in the with the bomb in the cut turn grape I'm all ready on gang, why this n***a try to play? Hollow tip for a cop if that n***a try to tase NLE the Top Shotta Sh*t get spooky n***a, no cap This sh*t get real
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