Hackle, Turnabout - Casket City lyrics

Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell
Casket City, city hdoe, hdoe, hdoe
D-D-D-D-DJ Sorrow, turn the fuck up ()
SKRT SKRT hAUGHHHHH

Turning up, Casket City (City)
Give a fuck, Casket City (Casket City)
Turn to dust, Ghost Casket City, ah
Seein' ya in Casket City (City)
Turning up, Casket City (City)
Give a fuck, Casket City
Turn to dust, Ghost Casket City
Seein' ya in Casket City (Casket City)

Turnin' up, Casket City
That's your bitch, then why she with me?
(Why she with me?) aK-47 spitting (Spitting)
Do a trickshot, 360 (Oh, my God)
Hear my engine screaming
I'm turnt up in the city ()
Hit your guts, hit you in the spleen
(HDOE, HDOE)
Swear my life got no meaning (No, no)
Casket City know who I am (Know who I am)
Casket City know who I are (Who I are)
Tap in, we go too hard (Too hard)
I go dumb like I'm on bars
Scatpack, that's a fast car (Skrrt)
Shoutout my boy Grimoire (Grimoire)
Bitch, I don't care who you are (No, I don't)
My gun leavеs more than scars
(More than scars)

Don't worry what I'm doing (Doing)
Just know wherе we're going (Going)
Might be your grave that you dig up (Dig up)
You won't know til' we hit ya (HDOE)

Turning up, Casket City (Casket City)
Give a fuck, Casket City (Casket City)
Turn to dust, Ghost Casket City, yeah
Seein' ya in Casket City

They say Turnabout too young
Yeah he gotta kick the cup
Haunted Mound in the cut
Nah we never gave a fuck fuck a gun
Throw a flyin' knee right into your gut
In Casket City havin' fun
Embalmin' fluid pourin' up
Dri-Dri, Dri-Dri-Drivin' on Olde Highway and
We swervin' out the way
Got a gun and a cup full of muddy lemonade
We take lives and get fucked up
Until we seeing better days
At the club, it’s a section
We got cameras in our face
I'm so up they all trip when
I'm stuntin' on the stage
I roll up with my lady then
I break your fuckin' face
If you want a fuckin' problem
Then I'm runnin' any fade
When the sun goes down tonight
Then it won't matter anyways
You a fuckin' nerd
Why the fuck you want a problem?
I got silver shiny chains and tons
Of bullets that'll chop 'em
Got my baby and a cup filled
Up with something you can't fathom
I'ma knife totin', iron wearin'
Casket City veteran
I'ma put a bunch down then
Ride off shootin' weapons
And then take a bunch of shots
Until my motherfuckin' head spins
Hit up HDOE for Excedrin
Then get right back to murkin'
As we parkin' lot swervin
Yeah, we Casket City lurkin'

Turning up, Casket City (City)
Give a fuck, Casket City (Casket City)
Turn to dust, Ghost Casket City, ah
Seein' ya in Casket City (City)
Turning up, Casket City (City)
Give a fuck, Casket City
Turn to dust, Ghost Casket City
Seein' ya in Casket City (Casket City)