letra de conversations with baby evil - wildkarduno
[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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