Don't Get Changed - eLZhi, Denmark Vessey, Quelle Chris

stole my what’s poppin' like yesterday, whatchu' want?

I love the winter

That’s when the quitters deep sleep

From to dinner

You lookin' like a number 5 with two apple pies

I can tell your rap a lie when you bet your ice

If I had to trap or die I’d be in the grave nah I’m Makaveli won’t come

backareli to my wife

Custom-made hypno scroll on a candy plane

All you gotta do is nod your head in the, ,

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

Yeah, I said quit telling fibs in your raps and your adlibs

My nigga that’s why I fucked yo' bitch in my adlibs

Runnin' through the woes with my six in my adlibs

Drop a million like it ain’t shit in my adlibs (yup)

In my adlibs (no cut), in my adlibs

Skip like a nigga don’t you wish you could have this?

I used to cop shiny suits with Diddy

Ladies squeezing out the sun roof like spaghetti

They play it all tight

Play like you get dough long enough to catch placebo hype

You would think I’m in the hood all Deebo type

Boy I’m just some I don’t lead that life

Face down till them greenbacks is up

Skate town before my hood passed it’s touch

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

I got 35 brothers

Swear that I’m a certified killer

Low-key I don’t fuck with niggas

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed you, you

Keys and slags and drama and cars and weed

Three cheers for the last poet

You got grass blowin'

I clash a glass till we splash Moët during a toaster meet

Most agree I supposed to be coast to coast grippin' the Ghost or Testarossa keys

And as for the track, I can either be a breath of fresh air or a asthma attack

See I don’t have to use my best bars to rip out a chest and leave flesh scars

to all your producers and guest stars

Uh-uh, these ain’t test cars

Rippin' round your neck of the woods, smoother than dress scarfs

With the 4−4 poem, if I picture you picturin' me blowin' up is that a photobomb?

Y’all too nosy not to be inhaling kilos

And don’t request these foul lines if you ain’t nailin' free throws

What part of the game is that?

Nameless act, I make you famous with the ignoramus or a shameless brat

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you

Don’t get changed

Don’t get changed, you, you