Casket Talk

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

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "- 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're comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherf- gangster, I got 50 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 shooter
Lil' shorty gave me her number, her folks the opps, but I still -
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 - 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 the 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 goes up, mask on, Corona
I'm on you, we gon' knack him off of a phone call, oh, yeah

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "- 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're comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherf- gangster, I got 50 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 it back my way, penalty, you out
Now lay down, guess this - wanna beef behind his dog
What is that smell? That's my - cookin' dope inside this house

Get on the trail, don't fail, you catch somethin' you spray on
We duck from 12, we bring 'em hell, watch how they stare, they looks prevail
Watch what you sell, he is 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, - the system, pours that drank in, lean I'm sippin'

All day, I disrespect the dead like, "- 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're comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherf- gangster, I got 50 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