WiseWords - Don't change nothin' (feat. Mozzy)

Pounds and fifths, glizzys and sticks, scales for bricks
Black tape nigga no rubber grip
We drove miles for this
Fuck a siren we lit
Hunnids in my pocket, on da dash, I'm dying for this
Big glizzy, forty one it spit out fo' feeds
Send em' up to the nosebleeds
At least one confirmed kill when you applying for the wrong team
G-S-R particles it's apart of this sleeve
Shh, be quiet, they get up on you just don't sing
Wasn't a word uttered out, that's word to my co-d's
Ion want 'em around my circumference he won't squeeze, dead ass
Bet you I'm a let off the whole thing, beh beh
Same hood different mother that don't change nothin'
Cause we related through this game share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized but on different skits
Aye where the Aire, who got the bitty lit, four
Who let this big dawg in
I smell fear biting limbs dominating this bitch
Bullets holes in the ceiling like a Wraith I'm in
Blood seats on the block bent catch this drift
Gripping the gat movin da sack
Played da field, hoes step back
Nevertheless, blunts to ease stress the mind, we got hand straps
Did enough talkin', tell em' back back
Before we have to put a tag where ya toe at
Oh niggas thought this was bullshittin'
Get the rope, make em choke
Nigga, now it's good riddance cookin' up dope
In the coupe, watching money piled up to the ceiling
Can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen
I'm an uptown, yea money getting fool
Probably fucked ya bitch shit, I'd be mad at me too
The O-G's before me, told me
Never let a pussyfoot, mold me or hold me
I really love my ratchets, for my city biddys yea it's O.D
Is that you Nina asking so cold just to hold me
Added three eighties with Stacy
Even took her shopping at Macy's you crazy
You Negotiate like Casey, I'm running up them Jackson's
On my bull like Jordan, shooting shit like Paxson
Like E-T said leave a nigga body relaxing
You need a script I really, really did what you actin
Lived a different life never see you in passin'
I'm geeked up swervin', fucked up in traffic
I dun swerved nigga, a hundred fuckin' caskets
Changed up my fuckin' tax bracket pussy

Written by:
Angelo Gordon, Timothy Patterson

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