Private Conversations lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Feel this sh*t inside yo'—, vibrations
Triple—, I made the driver triple—, hella paranoid

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Feel this sh*t inside yo' body like vibrations
Made lil' shawty sit beside me while I face it
I made the driver triple-back to the location
I'm hella paranoid, I have private conversations
Pull up, lay him down
I can't even stand him
In this double-R, I turn to Danny Phantom
The two-seater is full, not too much to handle
This switch got a remote, the shooter change the channel

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Heard he wanted beef, so I'ma pin the cattle
I hit her in my Guccis and I kept the cap on
Why yo' hand out, lil' b*tch? I don't even know you at all
I need my bands up so my old hoes don't know me at all
I push to start up on this b*tch, it got me goin' through walls
I treat this life sh*t just like my b*tch, I'm f*ckin' her raw
Hey, baby, yeah, you know I'm always finna blaze
Eight lines of codeine inside my lemonade
Big freak, man, I met yo' ho, she wanna eat me
Vamp, though, you are not a eater if your fangs low
Type sh*t, shawty wanna f*ck me and have bi sex
Nice friend, tell her come on over, bring her by 10
Drugs in, n*gga, I'm the socket, got no plug in
Bust it, I'm the realest one, lil' baby, f*ck them
I'm the realest one, lil' baby, f*ck them
Brandon Jacobs by the way I trucked him
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Feel this sh*t inside yo' body like vibrations
Made lil' shawty sit beside me while I face it
I made the driver triple-back to the location
I'm hella paranoid, I have private conversations
Pull up, lay him down
I can't even stand him
In this double-R, I turn to Danny Phantom
The two-seater is full, not too much to handle
This switch got a remote, the shooter change the channel

[Verse 2: Alois]
Crocodile, leather [?], Michael Jackson
Light him like a candle, bring the burner, yeah, we waxed him
Brand new tires on the Bentley truck, sh*t got traction
b*tch, I'm tired, I don't give a f*ck, I'm relaxin'
Ballin' like it's alley-oop, two bands on my tennis shoes
I can't bring you anywhere if you not prepared to shoot
I can never love that ho, she f*cked up my revenue
She turn to a fiend for that green and that residue
Woah, this a Glock 30
Put you in position like you Brock Purdy
I wan' say you winnin' but you ain't deserve it
Yeah, sent her to Dubai, she still feel deserted
Movin' like the Taliban, Louis V turban (V turban)
I can tell you want it bad, know you seem determined
Had to burn the bridge down, love to see you burnin'
I stay in the hills now, I don't really need service
[Outro: Alois]
Need service
Ne-ne-need service
Ne-ne-ne-ne-need service
Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne—