Change Ya Life lyrics

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Hatin', eating di*k 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 b*tch then I'm on that Breezy sh*t, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drank lean then I'm on that sleepy sh*t, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the rocks, what the f*ck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes
Yo, stick to your b*tch, button click, flip the script, grr (Hey)

[Verse 1]
Geeked up, throw a Perc back, he switched sides, where the bowtie?
You special to me, you should know that, I thought the sh*t was implied (b*tch)
Not cuffеd, but push a ho back, she eat di*k 'til her throat dry
In thе 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, f*ckboy, that's a BB
In the car like, "Damn, if she leave me, finna pop this b*tches tires"
Ruth Chris? What the f*ck? This is Zaxby's
Low-end, now the ho get sassy
f*ck green, boy, the sh*t 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 b*tch, let the Drac' start clapping
AR-15 with 'bout ten-somethin' attachments
Break the wood down, with the gang it's a ration or sum' (Grr)
[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Hatin', eating di*k 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 b*tch then I'm on that Breezy sh*t, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drank lean then I'm on that sleepy sh*t, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the rocks, what the f*ck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes
Yo, stick to your b*tch, 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 the Rolls-Royce
Ayy, gang, f*ck 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
sh*t, I ain't wanna do it, it was no choice
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', eating di*k 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 b*tch then I'm on that Breezy sh*t, beat bad, can't see enough to drive (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Drank lean then I'm on that sleepy sh*t, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the rocks, what the f*ck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes
Yo, stick to your b*tch, button click, flip the script, grr