Lyrics Quando Rondo – Casket Talk

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

All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fu*k the opps"
Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sweet with my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, buffet cap, this ain't New York
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hittin' rooms, they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfu*kin' 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
Cuttin' up a check right now (Uh)
I can get you whacked right now

I owe it all to my partner, jumped out that Hummer like a shotter
Lil' shawty gave me her number, her folks tough, but, I still fu*ked her
I'm talkin' tip toe shade, don't make a sound, get low then drop 'em
But, really, out gen' got problems
Know these niggas don't like us 'cause ain't no fightin' [?] pistols [?]
I'm ridin' 'round in a Striker, Big B done straight dumped out the bottom
Hit they block with that fire, no homicide with that AR
Tryna flat out four tires, don't let this car leave off this corner
This switch'll sound like a choir once it go up, mask on like Cornoa
I'm on ya, we gon' knock him off off a phone call, oh yeah

All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fu*k the opps"
Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sweet with my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, buffet cap, this ain't New York
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hittin' rooms, they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfu*kin' 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
Cuttin' up a check right now (Uh)
I can get you whacked right now

Bro you know I get 'em whacked
Hold on, Top say, "Fire"
Nah, bring that shit back my way, penalty, you out
Now lay down, if this nigga wanna beef behind his dawg
What that smell? That's my nigga cookin' dope inside this house
Get on they trail, don't fail, you catch him then you spray 'em
We duck from twelve
We bring 'em Hell, watch how them stead looks prevail
Watch what you say
He a rapper slayer, he just wanna kill 'em 'bout that dissin'
We got blocks for sale, he put plenty money in that kitches
This Bentley not for sale, he say he ain't dentist but a menace
Hold on, keep a pistol, fu*k the system, pour that drink up
Lean I'm sippin'

All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fu*k the opps"
Boy, I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sweet with my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, buffet cap, this ain't New York
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hittin' rooms, they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfu*kin' 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
Cuttin' up a check right now (Uh)
I can get you whacked right now

Lyrics rating:
92%