Casket Talk

It's hot, it's hot

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

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Hot, hot

(D-Roc, 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 in 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 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 shotter

Lil' shorty gave me her number

Her folk's 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 in 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 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 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 of 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 in 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 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