Casket Talk
Casket Talk Lyrics By Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again On Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again English 2022. Best Hip Hop Song Casket Talk Lyrics in Hindi & English Originally Released on YouTube. Casket Talk Song Sung By Popular Singer Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Music Composed By Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, and Lyrics Of This Song Are Written By Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Casket Talk Full Song Lyrics By Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again. We Offer Amazing English Songs Lyrics Only on WoLyrics.com
Casket Talk Song Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again Details
Vocal/Singer | Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
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Music Comsposer | Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
Lyricist | Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
Casket Talk Lyrics Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
It’s hot, it’s hot
Dmac on the f**kin’ track
Q.R.N
Hot, hot
D-Roc
All day, I disrespect the dead, like, f**k the opps
Boy, I keep one in the head ’cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit’ my heat by my bed, can’t let ’em do me like I’m Pop
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, blue fitted cap, this ain’t 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 motherf**kin’ gangster
I got fifty racks right now
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin’ my banger
Countin’ up a check right now
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 the opps, but, I still f**ked her
I’m talkin’ tip toe s**t, don’t make a sound, get low then drop ’em
But, really, outchea and got problems
Know these n**gas don’t like us ’cause ain’t no fightin’, pistols sparkin’
I’m ridin’ ’round in a Striker, the VPN scraped off the bottom
Hit they block with that fire, new homicide with my AR
Tryna flat out four tires, don’t let this car leave off this corner
Them switches sound like a choir once it go up, mask on Corona
Im on ya, we gon’ knock him off off a phone call, oh yeah
All day, I disrespect the dead, like, f**k the opps
Boy, I keep one in the head ’cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit’ my heat by my bed, can’t let ’em do me like I’m Pop
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, blue fitted cap, this ain’t 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 motherf**kin’ gangster
I got fifty racks right now
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin’ my banger
Countin’ up a check right now
I can get you whacked right now
Bro you know I get ’em whacked right now
Hold on, Top say, Foul
Nah, bring that s**t back my way, penalty, you out
Now lay down, guess this n**ga wanna beef behind his dawg
What that smell, That’s my n**ga 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 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 dentist but a menace
Hold on, keep a pistol, f**k the system, pour that drink up
Lean I’m sippin’
All day, I disrespect the dead, like, f**k the opps
Boy, I keep one in the head ’cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit’ my heat by my bed, can’t let ’em do me like I’m Pop
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, blue fitted cap, this ain’t 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 motherf**kin’ gangster
I got fifty racks right now
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin’ my banger
Countin’ up a check right now
I can get you whacked right now…