Change Ya Life

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Hatin', eatin' dick like it's finna change your life (It's not, it's not)
His ass a easy pick, got poked, P1 with a knife (Poked, poked)
He a bitch then I'm on that Breezy shit, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drunk lean then I'm on that sleepy shit, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the Wock', what the fuck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes (Grrah)
Yo, stick to your bitch, button click, flip the script, grr (Hey)

[Verse 1]
Geeked up, throw a Perc back
You switched sides, where the bowtie?
You special to me, you should know that (Fuck)
I thought the shit was implied (Bitch)
Not cuffed, but push a ho back
She eat dick 'til her throat dry
In the cut, rockin' a throwback
This was Kobe Bean in his prime
Don't waste no time tryna be me (Nope)
Wouldn't waste no time tryna be ya
Tryna wave at your mom on the TV
Damn, twin, pray to God they free ya
Ferragamo everything, this CC
Pump fake, fuckboy, that's a BB
In the car like, "Damn, if she leave me
"Finna pop this bitches tires"
Ruth Chris? What the fuck? This is Zaxby's (What the fuck?)
Low-end, now the ho get sassy
Fuck green, boy, the shit so trashy
I'm in a Benz, it's a race, I'ma lap 'em
Touch twenty racks, oh my God, so happy
Push up, bitch, let the Drac' start clappin'
AR-15 with 'bout ten-somethin' attachments
Break the 'Wood down with the gang, it's a ration or somethin' (Grr)

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Hatin', eatin' dick like it's finna change your life (It's not, it's not)
His ass a easy pick, got poked, P1 with a knife (Poked, poked)
He a bitch then I'm on that Breezy shit, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drunk lean then I'm on that sleepy shit, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the Wock', what the fuck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes (Grrah)
Yo, stick to your bitch, button click, flip the script, grr (Hey)

[Verse 2]
Discombobulate the 8-ball, geeked up, done went AWOL
Skrrt, skrrt, burn the paint off tires, ooh, ooh
Pitch the Percocet like baseball, I could probably train y'all
Flocka be the flame, dog, fye
Hundred bands in a Rolls-Royce
Ayy, gang, fuck life, man, it's no joy (Slatt)
Boy, I'd rather drop dots on them ho boys
And I'm big breaded up like a po' boy
Shit, I ain't wanna do it, it was no choice (Fuck)
Rick Owens everything that I know, boy (Slatt)
And I pop Pillsbury dope, boy (Slatt)
AR with a damn muzzle choke, boy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Hatin', eatin' dick like it's finna change your life (It's not, it's not)
His ass a easy pick, got poked, P1 with a knife (Poked, poked)
He a bitch then I'm on that Breezy shit, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drunk lean then I'm on that sleepy shit, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the Wock', what the fuck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes (Grrah)
Yo, stick to your bitch, button click, flip the script, grr