lil bibby - change lyrics
2 x hook:
real n-gg-, i won’t change
i’m straight you keep that change
my youngins keep them thangs
try me you gon’ get changed
change, change, f-ck wit’ me you might get change
change, change, f-ck n-gg- betta use yo brain
[verse 1]
pull up wit’ my shooters in the backseat
black guns, black skully and a black tee
all my young n-gg-s strapped and they clap heat
real talk we ain’t for none of that rap beef
30 shots in my prps, aimin’ straight at ya r-i-bs
young n-gg-s that’s all i need
war time lot of rips
louie shoes, louie shirt that stuntin’
robin jeans, wheat timbs that’s nothin’
lil bibby he the man, can’t touch him
lotta guns, lotta hoes they bussin’
wit’ the squad over east throwin’ es up
got some killas in the wic, throwin’ 3s up
tried to tell ’em, but they ain’t believe us
tell me slow down, but i just speed up
real n-gg- what’chu know bout me
got some young hittas they’ll blow bout me
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s wanna doubt me
meanwhile all these record labels wanna scout me
swear to god, young n-gg- can’t fake it
real n-gg- gotta see one make it
all black everything, i’m racist
gotta pocket fulla bens, come take it
2 x hook:
real n-gg-, i won’t change
i’m straight you keep that change
my youngins keep them thangs
try me you gon’ get changed
change, change, f-ck wit’ me you might get change
change, change, f-ck n-gg- betta use yo brain
[verse 2]
walkin’ round witta check on me
i’ll die for my respect homie
outta town that work triple
my mama callin’ just to check on me
get right or get left n-gg-
these bills ain’t gon’ pay theyself n-gg-
ion need yo help n-gg-
move every d-mn thing myself n-gg-
i be in the field all my n-gg-s street certified
young n-gg-s load straps, then murda guys
and i heard n-gg-s snitchin’ on the other side
free bro they tryna give my n-gg- 35
feel like sh-t goin’ all wrong
when i was f-cked up, who could i call on
my pride never let a n-gg- hit y’all phone
n-gg-s choosin’ sides, i’m like that’s what y’all on
godd-mn that’s my n-gg- since grade school
and you sneak dissin’ on me, bro that ain’t cool
why you actin’ hard bruh, you know that ain’t you
i’m like f-ck it man i guess that’s what the fame do
2 bs b-tch i’m the same dude
street code, i follow the same rules
i’m like mike, my squad they can’t lose
you ain’t real, my squad you can’t fool
2 x hook:
real n-gg-, i won’t change
i’m straight you keep that change
my youngins keep them thangs
try me you gon’ get changed
change, change, f-ck wit’ me you might get change
change, change, f-ck n-gg- betta use yo brain
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