paroles de chanson Casket Talk - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Quando Rondo

It's hot, it's hot
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
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Hot, hot
(D-Roc)

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand
You catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger, countin' up a check right now
Uh, I could get you whacked right now

I owe it all to my partner, jumped out that Hummer like a shotter
Lil' shorty gave me her number
Her folks the opps, but I still fuck her
I'm talkin' tiptoe shit, don't make a sound, get low, then drop 'em
But really, out here, ain't got problems
No, these niggas don't like us 'cause ain't no fightin'
Pistols sparkin'
I'm ridin' 'round in a Striker, the VPN scraped off the bottom
We hit they block with that fire, new homicide with my AR
I'm tryna flat out four tires
Don't let that car leave off this corner
Them switches sound like a choir, once it go up, mask on, Corona
I'm on you
We gon' knock him off off a phone call
Oh, yeah

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand
You catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger, countin' up a check right now
Uh, I could get you whacked right now

Bro, you know I get 'em whacked right now
Hold on, Top say, "Foul"
Nah, bring that shit back my way, penalty, you out
Now lay down
Guess this nigga wanna beef behind his dog
What that smell? That's my niggas cookin' dope inside this house
Get on they trail, don't fail, you catch 'em, then you spray 'em
We duck from 12
We bring 'em Hell, watch how they stare, they looks prevail
Watch what you sell
He a rapper slayer, he just wanna kill 'em 'bout that dissin'
We got blocks for sale, he put plenty money in that kitchen
This Bentley not for sale, he say he ain't Dennis, but a menace
Hold on, keep that pistol, fuck the system
Pour that drank in, lean I'm sippin'

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand
You catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got fifty racks right now (Right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger, countin' up a check right now
Uh, I could get you whacked right now