Change Up Lyrics – Brezden
Singer: Brezden
Title: Change Up
Mm
In the booth, all heat, i never come with a change up
Yeah
Straight gas, strictly gas in my blunts
On my beats, all that sh#t, strictly gas
Ha
Listen
Okay
Huh
In the booth, all heat, i never come with a change up
Shout-out to my sister, the reason i never gave up
The game’s up, you tried to play me, but b#tch, i came up
They punks, look at these rappers, know they think ain’t touch
A+, that’s what i’m tellin’ granny my grades was
Teach it, wake me up while i’m sleepin’, like what the page was?
Shit, i don’t pay attention, man
I was fantazisin’ ’bout pretty b#tchеs on instagram
〈.?.〉 in the gym, that’s ’cause brody flippin’ and shippin’ grams
Only smoke еxotic, b#tch, i just took me a hit of-, damn!
Money strong, b#tch, you could f#ck around and go lift a ram
I don’t work with animals, couple years, i’ma drift the lamb’
Real smooth, b#tch, i’m slidin’ bass like i’m trea turner
f#ck school, i was always late but i’m a great learner
I’d be blowin’ money and cookie, cake, i’ma cake burner
Baby, i’ve been gettin’ that double cheese like 〈.?.〉 (damn)
Put a hole up in his chest, like a heart murmur
Rappers keep on tryna ride my wave, it’s like they part surfer
Hop up on the beat then i butcher, it’s like a dark murder
Now she see me ballin’ like booker, i think that part hurt her
Know it’s tragic, baby, gotta take your damn l
Now i’m runnin’ ’round and makin’ magic like i’m manzelle
Danielle, i tell ’em to catch me outside
Rap back, b#tch, they told me that it about died
The game bland, it need a lil’ flavor
Throw the cape on ’cause i’m chattanooga savior
Marijuana blazer, ain’t nobody braver
Try to test me, i leave ’em runnin’ like the pacer
Huh
And i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no halliburton
b#tch, i’m walkin’ with the racks like i’m finna go and pound serve
Rappers really #ss, y’ain’t workin’, boy, you outta service
White boy, b#tch, i’m ballin’ hard like i’m 〈.?.〉
b#tch, i’m ballin’ like i’m 〈.?.〉
If you don’t like the kid, cool, you can go and suck ’bout eighty dicks
My fit clean, i’m coolin’, not even takin’ pics
You just chillin’, you p#ss#, you scared to take a risk
And y’ain’t never finna win like that
Braxton miller in the field, lil’ bro spin like that
What you flex about? walk in the mall and spend like that
Game seven, i’m kawhi, this sh#t can’t end like that
I’ma make it, i don’t give a f#ck ’bout how many bounces
〈.?.〉 for a minute, don’t know how many ounces
Livin’ in her head, don’t know how many houses
b#tch, i’m rick james, when i shoot my shot, 〈blouses?〉
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