Bad Conversation lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed 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 di*k
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