Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change My Ways, artist - NLE Choppa.
Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Change My Ways |
Hop out on the block, turn him to a runner |
I’m not in my car, I’m in the rental |
If that nigga 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 nigga missed a chromosome |
We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home |
Don’t run from his ass 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 |
Ayy, I’m a |
Blunt in my finger |
Catch me a rapper, make him turn to a singer |
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seent him |
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him |
In the trap fool, with the sack fool, sellin' dog food |
Hit the 'cause a nigga seen the law fool |
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude |
I ain’t finna fight no man, I’m a small dude |
We was them niggas trappin' with them K’s |
The difference between me and you, bitch 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 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 |
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 nigga 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 nigga missed a chromosome |
We dropped his body we gon' go and dump him home |
Don’t run from his ass 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 bitch nigga |
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga |
And where I’m from, keep a stick nigga |
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas |
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas |
I don’t pop shit, I pop gun triggers |
I’m the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas |
I don’t care where you at, we gon' finish niggas |
Kill a nigga 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 |
White boy in the with the bomb in the cut |
I’m all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play? |
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase |
NLE the Top Shotta |
Shit get spooky nigga, no cap |
This shit get real |