wildkarduno – conversations with baby evil lyrics
[intro]
man, y’all n+ggas just can’t keep this sh+t real, n+gga (don’t play wit’ him)
yeah, on gang, yeah
we beasts of the east, n+gga, you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
yeah, on five, n+gga
yeah, gang, yeah
[verse 1]
face shot, n+gga, won’t shoot in the leg (face shot, face shot)
in the city, hit up said (b+tch, yuh, on gang)
he try to rob, we gon’ pop at his head (better not try to rob, n+gga, gang)
and i call smoke, i bet her remember what i said (call smoke, b+tch)
this broke ass n+gga got his first b’ roll, can’t spread (man, broke ass n+gga, yeah)
n+gga, took yo’ stain, took you’ pole, n+gga, give me my cred’ (n+gga, took yo’ stain, n+gga)
dekalb pull up to the scene and the f+ck n+gga flеd (dekalb pull up)
we gon’ hit yo’ brother with thе shank (hit ’em with the shank)
we just take his off, give a f+ck what he think
and i call kb, give a f+ck ’bout his rank (call kb)
[verse 2]
young n+gga, they keep asking me what my gun me (where yo’ gun be? n+gga, on god)
got my stain up in the hood, n+gga, just being me (got my stain up, n+gga)
we ain’t comin’ to yo’ show unless you pay that fee (comin’ to yo’ show, b+tch)
we got draco, n+gga, rip the wood right off a tree, gang (draco, n+gga)
[chorus]
and that n+gga in yo’ set, man, he coppin’ a plea (man, he coppin’ that plea, yeah)
pop a n+gga, we gon’ take twelve to tennessee, yeah, b+tch (we gon’ take they ass off, boy, yeah)
i got some n+ggas that’s gon’ hold they own (on god)
that boy a rat, man, i can not condone (he a rat)
big five, n+gga, just like al capone, yeah, b+tch (gang, yeah, five)
[verse 3]
call yo’ homie, n+gga say he banging, “stone”, gang (call yo’ f+ckin’ homie, dude)
fox 5, n+gga, only time i’m being known (fox 5, n+gga)
stay away and stack yo’ chips, n+gga (on gang)
and he talkin’ too crazy, pop ’em in his lip, n+gga (pop ’em in his lip)
yo’ big homie was locked up, he got dipped n+gga (on gang)
and that kel+tec, that bih’ gon shoot of the rip, n+gga (kel+tec, b+tch)
[chorus]
and that n+gga in yo’ set, man, he coppin’ a plea (man, he coppin’ that plea, yeah)
pop a n+gga, we gon’ take twelve to tennessee, yeah, b+tch (we gon’ take they ass off, boy, yeah)
i got some n+ggas that’s gon’ hold they own (on god)
that boy a rat, man, i can not condone (he a rat)
big five, n+gga, just like al capone, yeah, b+tch (gang, yeah, five)
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