[Verse 1]
I never throw hands over n*ggas
I don't love that man
But I'll definitely throw a grand to a stripper
God damn look at all those bands
Look, b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
Stay strapped up just in case
I'm a good girl on the low
But I just can't trust these hoes
Pulled up in a black like Malcolm
Higher than a motherf*cking falcon
Stunting on some b*tches from Carlton
Never trust a n*gga like how come, ooh
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my..aye
I got pimp juice in my blood
I stay strapped up just because
[Verse 2]
b*tch you wish that I hated myself, hated myself
I dropped a label, I'm faded, I'm faded
I made it myself, made it myself
Oh I'm so wavy, I rode the wave, b*tch, I'm Michael Phelps
I spent a stack on my belt
Rolling my hips, that's my pelvis
These b*tches think that I'm Elvis
These b*tches think that I'm selfish
Truth is these b*tches is helpless
Chewing these b*tches like relish
These b*tches think that I'm..woah!
Boy, I'm tryna change my taste
These n*ggas is a waste
[Outro]
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my ways
b*tch, I'm tryna change my..aye
I got pimp juice in my blood
I stay strapped up just because