Hunxho – Change My Ways Lyrics

Change My Ways

Hunxho

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"Change My Ways." - Hunxho

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:55 am

Album: I Quit Rap

Track No: 07

I trust the process like Embiid, I can't fall off, I'm too T'd
Make you disappear, I'm magician, I keep tricks right up my sleeve
Wish we would've stayed on the porch, I lost my dog 'nem to the street (Pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)
Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke, I'll make all these rap **** turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I've been savin' my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought a Birkin on Birkin on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worth it
When I'd rather save my money
'Fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (Need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (My ways)
I been gangbangin' since thirteen ('Teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (My ways)
I switched the button to the FRT, this is a Benz, not an SRT
She just a bitch that I hit from the club, swear to God, she'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I'm just a rich young **** from the block, swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the skinnies with Timberlands, might need the big pants, money can't fit in my jeans
I hit the lil' bitty bitch-ass **** with money, I heard what you said 'bout me
I don't know nothin' but to get back up when I'm fucked up, ain't nan' bitch I need
I don't mingle, know I serve these bricks like Jenga
Send a blitz just like the Bengals, my young **** just like the reaper
If he gon' get you, then he gon' keep you
She give me neck, my lil' flamingo
Me and Zay came back off RICO
I ain't fuckin' with none of these bitch-ass ****, my circle as small as a peek-hole
And I box that pussy in the ringer
And my main bitch hate my side bitch, know I feel like Jerry Springer
But my side bitch hate my main bitch, may the best bitch win, I mean it
****, I'm straight out the hood, all I prayed for was a Demon
****, I'm straight from the B-lock, wasn't nothin' on me except a G-lock
Nothin' on me except an AR, I'm sendin' shots, this shit ain't B-ball
I send hits, lil' ****, baseball
I played the cards I was dealt, nowadays I use my face card
Walk inside the club with Glock on me, I don't use nothing but my face card
Put the work in, I was slavin', now this rap shit, it done paid off
Put the money up for my babies, I birthed y'all, so I gotta pay y'all
On the block, still with the blazers, I throw up murder gang soon as I wake up
I ain't talkin' 'bout no face shot, but soon as she get here, I gotta face off
Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke, I'll make all these rap **** turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I've been savin' my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought a Birkin on Birkin on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worth it
When I'd rather save my money
'Fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (Need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (My ways)
I been gangbangin' since thirteen ('Teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (My ways)
This is a Benz, not an SRT
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the skinnies with Timberlands, might need the big pants, money can't fit in my jeans
I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you
I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you (Pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo, Parris Norris, Patrick Gleason & Shaun Cooper.

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