Conversations Lyrics

Lose all my respect

And then it's gone forever

Only child

But me and bro gone shine together

Niggas ain't what they say

And it leave bad blood

Q ain't even fam

But that nigga closer than my half blood

We ain't never hated

He had ten bands

And I graduated

One year later we doubled up

And nigga we talk bread for ages

What's your conversations

Lil ass and hating

Nigga I like boss bitches

That getting money

They never patient

Nigga what's your occupation

You got time for caking

Nigga you gone foam up in the can

When the soda baking

You niggas basic

Bitches got to face it

I ain't rude

But baby I rather conversation while you naked

Grapes and Tito's vodka

Baby while I'm laying

Spit that boss shit up in your ear

While Ross is playing

Your voice sound better while you moaning

I'm just saying

Sometime you treat me too too damn good

Baby I'm just saying

Yeah

Sliding through

Need a stub in Colorado

Dog nigga

Feed these bitches

Like I'm ralo

Got a place to lay my head

Around the country El dorado

Fat nigga fucking bitches

Looking like they models

Fifteen hundred followers but I'm hella followed

Hella whips up in your visuals

But they borrowed

Fuck a strip bitch

I send a tip

And it's hollow

Fuck with me you see the reaper

You won't see tomorrow

I ain't out the trap

But I just like to spit the real shit

See me out with Q

He the shooter

He'll spill shit

Bipolar niggas

Turn it up

Then shut it down nigga real quick

I ain't trying to hear your shit unless you talking real shit