Changing

Trap
All I know is trap
I ain't really trap

Aye, woah
I ain't playin', hey
Lookin' at the leaves fall people changing
I done got a hundred thousand from a lotta P
I done spilled the whole lean on the Prada jeans
And if it's green, then I promise I won't sip a thing
Rockin' number nine, put on clothes, I get flamed
Pockets loaded, stuffed with Chuck E. Cheese
Nine on my side, blow that bitch jus like I'm Joe Briggs
Pop out, John Wick, Keanu Reeves
My guy locked up, I wasn't even team
Did it to my heart, did it to my spleen
Pop a Celeron full of the whole scene

SRT whip, Hellcat
Exotic dope, blowin', smell dat
Rolls Royce in the back
5.56 to hit your hat
Take another one
My system got a move, you can't react
I been poppin' seals
Fallin' on these niggas, that's how I live
Nigga, I want you smoked, we gon' get 'em grilled
Standin on the concrete, ten toes down
Remember smokin' all the O's
Smokin' all the pounds

Aye, woah
I ain't playin', hey
Lookin' at the leaves fall people changing
I done got a hundred thousand from a lotta P
I done spilled the whole lean on the Prada jeans
And if it's green, then I promise I won't sip a thing
Rockin' number nine, put on clothes, I get flamed
Pockets loaded, stuffed with Chuck E. Cheese
Nine on my side, blow that bitch jus like I'm Joe Briggs
Pop out, John Wick, Keanu Reeves
My guy locked up, I wasn't even team
Did it to my heart, did it to my spleen
Pop a Celeron full of the whole scene

Hit up Dontalishous, need a whip
Know it go fast
Run up on the block, on your spot
Know we do dat
I need two twenty twos, extendo clips to make his brain splat
I need four .45s, put em right back in the Scatpack
Aye, woah
I know people change
Run up on your spot, whippin in the range
I got foreign product
Me and you, no we not the same.
Bro think he the shit, no you ain't, bro you just a lame
5.7 in the whip, bro think it a hellcat
You ain't shooting shit when I pull up where your head at
You ain't smokin' shit, I been smokin on that rat-pack
They ain't gon' do shit
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout them Junkrats

Aye, woah
I ain't playin', hey
Lookin' at the leaves fall people changing
I done got a hundred thousand from a lotta P
I done spilled the whole lean on the Prada jeans
And if it's green, then I promise I won't sip a thing
Rockin' number nine, put on clothes, I get flamed
Pockets loaded, stuffed with Chuck E. Cheese
Nine on my side, blow that bitch jus like I'm Joe Briggs
Pop out, John Wick, Keanu Reeves
My guy locked up, I wasn't even team
Did it to my heart, did it to my spleen
Pop a Celeron full of the whole scene



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Writer(s): Tyreek Pellerin, Willow Grave
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