ysr gramz & krispylife kidd – bad conversation lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yeah
[verse 1]
i love talkin’ crazy on beats like this
poured a five in a cream soda, i was sleep by six
pulled my pants down, told my b+tch come eat this d+ck
when it’s goin’ down, it’s guaranteed tee keep his sticks
word around town, you shoot at cows and you shoot at bricks
i’ll walk a n+gga mama down, empty out the clip
brodie got the pounds and you know he f+ck around with scripts
i’ll buy a whole f+ckin’ pound and won’t sell a zip
[verse 2]
my lil’ n+gga wipe your nose, he don’t know no better
all that lil’ n+gga know is totin’ weapons
yeah, that lil’ n+gga reckless
he’ll shoot this b+tch and leave a n+gga neckless
i don’t do love with no hoes, i’m too thurl, dog
f+ck around with one of us, i’ll punch you in your mouth
my n+gga caught a body, i threw him a quarter ounce
i had to cut that b+tch off, all she do is pout
[verse 3]
i hit that b+tch for ten minutes and left, you had to eat her out
n+gga caught me with his main b+tch, he ’bout to beat her down
tee, don’t stop shootin’ the drac’ until it’s out of rounds
caught an opp all outside of town, he was out of bounds
[verse 4]
b+tch think she ’bout to get a steak, took her to taco house
shh, dummy
almost incriminated myself, i had to watch my mouth
catch a body up north, then move down south
[verse 5]
dog gotta be a f+ckin’ rat ’cause his dad a mouse
made ten on a lazy day and stashed it in the couch
this micro k’ll turn a gorgeous smile into a f+ckin’ frown
this n+gga gramz walk around town with a half a pound
granny heard the f+ckin’ scat pack and told me turn it down
boy, you say you got some loud pack, i don’t hear a sound
when you hear this f+ckin’ gun wreck, you better hit the ground
i’m finna clear the whole f+ckin’ crowd and then leave the town
[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
before the world end, i’m tryna f+ck
n+gga disrespect gang, he gettin’ stunk
my first fight i ever got in, i got jumped
used to get it out the mud, n+ggas sick i got it up
i got a brand new sprite and i’m ’bout to abuse it
i already drunk a four, this b+tch got me woozy
muzzle on the glock, ugh, it sound like it’s pootin’
my b+tch barely speak english, her president putin
[verse 7]
what you talkin’ ’bout, kidd? my president stupid
if the police catch me doin’ somethin’, i’ma act like doofus
i’m finna f+ck this b+tch for five minutes, she wanna make a movie
i’m tryna make a hundred+some thousand, you tryna get some coochie
i don’t want he head out your b+tch, her breath smell like dookie
i just met a white girl with weed and her name suzie
i’m finna f+ck her for a pound, back that ass up like juvie
yeah, louie ray voice
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