[Lyric] Change Routes (BTF IV)

[Intro: Porter B & BTF IV]
Big packs
([?])
Uh, look (Flex, flex)
TD or Chevy (Porter flex, yeah, my niggas up next)
I'm up in her belly

[Chorus: BTF IV]
They say I been on some different shit
I can't leave a crib without tuckin' a chop
[?], we was huggin' the block
Spin through your sides with like eighty-two shots
You better get on the wave
And get in your bag and get off your ass
Bitches, they love how I run it up fast
I just got a check and I double it back

[Verse 1: BTF IV & Porter B]
[?] tag
[?] match
[?] facts
[?] straps
[?] cellphone
[?] leave him
[?] eatin'
[?] readin'
[?] stayin'
[?] sprayin'
[?] delayin'
[?] playin'
[?] booking
[?] shook
[?] look
If you play with my money, we leavin' 'em cooked (Baow)
[Verse 2: Porter B]
Amiri the denim and whole racks
I'm tryna run up some more packs (More packs)
Ooters wit' me dressed in all-black (All-black)
We spot him, we drop him, we on that, uh (Grrah, grrah)
LV or Dior the drip
I cannot lack, keep a Glock with a stick, look
She fiendin', she tryna take pics
Can't love on no ho, got no time for a bitch (No time)
I rather get it the fast way (Fast way)
[?] until it's my last day, uh
Watch how I run it up fast and get to a bag
You know that it's mad hate (Mad hate)
Porter B, I get the bag bait
Ain't no schoolin', this a trap way (Trap way)
I might just throw all this cash
She shakin' her ass, she know that we mad paid
Gang

[Chorus: BTF IV]
They say I been on some different shit
I can't leave a crib without tuckin' a chop
[?], we was huggin' the block
Spin through your sides with like eighty-two shots
You better get on the wave
And get in your bag and get off your ass
Bitches, they love how I run it up fast
I just got a check and I double it back
[Verse 3: BTF IV]
[?] stayin'
[?] sprayin'
[?] delayin'
[?] playin'
[?] booking
[?] shook
[?] look
If you play with my money, we leavin' 'em cooked