Conversations lyrics

[Intro: Driveway Baby & GrindHard E]
Driveway, YSR sh*t, b*tch
What's good, E?
GrindHard

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
Damn, 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 damn light