Changing State (feat. Dee Green)
Hit the gas
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
Ima get the bag
Don't care bout what you say
If she ain't with it tell the bitch to go away
Ima
Hit the gas
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
New plain jane with the skeleton face
I just bought her a new bag and I bought myself a chain
Yeah it's Six, they love to say my name
You used to hate
But now you're not the same
Yeah
I been hustling, tryna make a way
Stacking up in case of rainy days, the
Blocks hot, radiate
Cared about you in the past but somehow I don't care today
If she's hungry I give her a taste
Staying on the mood think I got ADHD
Confessed your love to me
But somehow I made you hate me
I got some flake in my jeans
Concealed so the jakes cannot see
I swear the opps a bunch of bitches, got their makeup on fleek
And even though I'm always winning I got ties in the streets
A couple grams in this jeep
Riding through places you can't
And I can't lie to you
When I speak, hand on my heart
They was chasing after the light
Lemme stand in the dark, Dee
Ima get the bag
Don't care bout what you say
If she ain't with it tell the bitch to go away
Ima
Hit the gas
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
New plain jane with the skeleton face
I just bought her a new bag and I bought myself a chain
Yeah it's Six, they love to say my name
You used to hate
But now you're not the same
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
Ima get the bag
Don't care bout what you say
If she ain't with it tell the bitch to go away
Ima
Hit the gas
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
New plain jane with the skeleton face
I just bought her a new bag and I bought myself a chain
Yeah it's Six, they love to say my name
You used to hate
But now you're not the same
Yeah
I been hustling, tryna make a way
Stacking up in case of rainy days, the
Blocks hot, radiate
Cared about you in the past but somehow I don't care today
If she's hungry I give her a taste
Staying on the mood think I got ADHD
Confessed your love to me
But somehow I made you hate me
I got some flake in my jeans
Concealed so the jakes cannot see
I swear the opps a bunch of bitches, got their makeup on fleek
And even though I'm always winning I got ties in the streets
A couple grams in this jeep
Riding through places you can't
And I can't lie to you
When I speak, hand on my heart
They was chasing after the light
Lemme stand in the dark, Dee
Ima get the bag
Don't care bout what you say
If she ain't with it tell the bitch to go away
Ima
Hit the gas
Like I'm changing state
I got hella chemistry with your lil bae
New plain jane with the skeleton face
I just bought her a new bag and I bought myself a chain
Yeah it's Six, they love to say my name
You used to hate
But now you're not the same
Credits
Writer(s): Six Twin
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