Casket Talk

It's hot, it's hot (Dmac on the fuckin' track) QRN 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