Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Casket Talk lyrics

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