Don't U Change

D motherfuckin' Savage, nigga Where the fuck, I'm-I'm your biggest motherfuckin' fan Nigga, on my motherfuckin' mama I ain't talkin' out my ass, nigga, shit Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh) Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' Please, I need help, help, help Talkin' to myself, self, self Life goes on and the sun gon' shine Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' (woo) Please, I need help, help, help (woo) Talkin' to myself, self, self (woo) (Oh) (Oh my God) Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sipping on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that three-three-three I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock Make sure the cops don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me Ayy, I been workin' so hard, gotta shine Put in work, I'ma put in the grind Dawg, you know I got cash on my mind I go deep, fell in love in her spine Ayy, I pull up to your hood and jump out a bush And show you this forty of mine Ayy, I got dope in my veins, I'm sippin' on mud I'm tryna kill some', I'm high Put that dumb-ass nigga in the sky I get it poppin' like Fourth of July She wanna suck on my dick while I drive Said she love me, bitch, why did you lie? Count hunnids and fifties, I promise it's litty Lil' nigga, I'm runnin' the city (ayy) I'm ridin' big B, that's the Bentley (go) I'm shootin', you know that it's with me Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sipping on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that three-three-three I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock Make sure the cops don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me Ayy, I be blowing on gas like a chimney I got bitch niggas talking 'bout killing me I be riding with sticks, are you kidding me? I'm just hoping they matching my energy Ayy, I'm smoking exotic, my bitch is erotic I'm flexing, got bands in my pocket Why you lying? You just need to stop it I snuck in this bitch with my rocket I got what you need, a plug to the socket She all on her knees, she giving me noggin Ain't getting no cheese, ain't making no profit I speak to them all like a prophet I jump in these streets and don't do no talking I'm throwing up Bs on the block with my partners We just politicking and counting up dollars I can't hit if that pussy got mileage Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sipping on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that three-three-three I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they thought Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock Make sure the cops don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh) Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' Please, I need help, help, help Talkin' to myself, self, self Life goes on and the sun gon' shine Feels like I'm failin', failin', failin' (woo) Please, I need help, help, help (woo) Talkin' to myself, self, self (woo)