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letra de conversations - driveway baby

[intro: driveway baby & grindhard e]
driveway, ysr sh-t, b-tch
what’s good, e?
grindhard

[verse 1: driveway baby]
d-mn, i kinda like the beat
all exotic-ass weed rolled in this fronto leaf
pup just had a new litter, got the puppies on the sheet
three-five of terdz in the wood, i’m with lil e
swiped him some [?], but he got lil’ feet
f-ck, i got the wrong size
hit a n-gga six times with a chop, how he survive?
i’m kinda dozy off the dank, let me come alive
n-gga talkin’ sh-t, hit his b-tch, i got too much pride
tied in with some crips and some bloods that bang the five
n-gga had a scat for a week, now he gotta find a ride?
i got put out the club, my chain had too much shine
told my n-gga get some bigger guns, he got too much 9s
let’s not talk about that slab, i hear it all the time
let’s not talk about your b-tch, i hit it all the time
popped so many scams off cash app and juggs off chime

[verse 2: grindhard e]
alright, i’m ’bout to lose my mind
popped a n-gga with a four-five and— alright
popped a n-gga with a four-five and shot him two more times
poured a deuce, it ain’t look like enough, i added two more lines
phone beatin’ so motherf-ckin’ hard, i added two more lines
i’m a real hustler, i really grind hard, could never lose my grind
i got ten bullies, i want— alright
ten bullies, want seventy-five hundred, but i’ll take forty-five
for this eighth of weed that i’m smokin’ on, i paid seventy-five
i’m feelin’ good today, i dropped my price, give me fifty-five
broke-ass n-gga ain’t got no car, he’s tryna find a ride
i’d never listen to his music ’cause all he do is lie
i got a n-gga who would never go legit, he do too much crime
i got an uncle that sell dope, he always broke and he forty-five
i had to ask him like, “what the f-ck is you doin’, is you gettin’ high?”
his excuse is that he keep on takin’ losses, he’ll be alright
[verse 3: driveway baby]
n-gga’s always talkin’ loose, but he scared to come outside
when it’s time to link, where you at? these n-ggas run and hide
in them stores, i go real crazy when i jam and slide
all these young flint hoes do is turn up at pine
ask about my background, i do not tell lies
on the road with an oldhead, my driver fifty-five
just hit a b-tch from the ‘raq, she was twenty-five
i’m a roadrunner, i really be on i-75

[verse 4: grindhard e]
last time i went and hit that road down i-75
i had to cuss the b-tch out ’cause she couldn’t drive
i told her, “put your cruise on and use your blinker when you turnin’ right”
if the police get behind us, we goin’ on a high-speed chase, they hit they lights
so much sh-t in the car
too much sh-t in the car, if we get caught, they gon’ give us life
i go all in when i do anything, i don’t do nothin’ light
told my n-gga add another line in his pop, was colored too d-mn light

- driveway baby

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