Caskets Lyrics – MBNel
Singer: MBNel
Title: Caskets
(Wavy try to shoot at your b#tch favorite producer)
(Wavy try to shoot at your b#tch favorite producer)
Aye, stupid, ask about me, big Cripping says like it’s not enough (n#gg#)
Always been a C, ain’t no B’s, ain’t make no honor rolls
Five hunnid for yo’ ‘fit, I spent five hunnid just for all my toes (Aye)
n#gg#s talkin’ wack, on the set, a body on the pole
If yo’ b#tch look, then she took, b#tch, I’m feeling handsy (Watch yo’ slasher)
I got a pole up in this party, b#tch, I don’t do the dance sh#t
(I don’t do no dance shit)
Aye, b#tch, we thugging it for real, you thugging for the cameras (Aye)
Aye, a n#gg# feeling like he bull, I turn him into Casper
b#tch, I’m locked in with real locs, you just locked up
You is not no P, you got that lil’ ho just knocked up
Put a hunnid in the chopper, and it’s gon’ light your whole block up (Brrah)
Pressing a b#tch, and she gon’ give your whole drop up
Aye, Roy passin’ them bullets, I call him Drew Brees (Drew Brees)
Draco got that kickback, I’m calling that b#tch Bruce Lee
I treat the b#tch like Pluto, she thinking that I’m a Goofy
Hella clips up in this chain, but f#ck around and shoot a movie
Aye, b#tch, can of paint, we tryna spray sh#t
(Tryna spray shit)
n#gg#s try to kill me? Oh, well, we on that same sh#t
(On that same shit)
Hella Crips with me, ridin’ ’round on that gang sh#t
(On that gang shit)
I’m in a foreign thing, tinted windows
When I lane-switch, I’m in a spaceship
Hit your whip up, it got your face hit (Pah)
Big dick inside this pistol, lil’ n#gg#, but ain’t no gay sh#t
(Ain’t no gay sh#t, n#gg#)
Please don’t say sh#t when you sit in that ‘terrogation
Always been up in these streets like I’m stuck up in the pavement
(In the pavement)
Feel like an artist, the way this pistol loves to paint sh#t (Pah)
Feel like the Matrix, n#gg#s missing, ain’t even scrape sh#t
(Ain’t even scrape shit)
You on that lame sh#t, bullets wet you up on that rain sh#t
(On that rain shit)
We do a skit, then switch whips, that GTA sh#t
(That GTA shit)
Aye, pop in the stu’, and I get paid for it
(Get paid for it)
n#gg#s disrespecting yo’ game, still ain’t get sprayed for it (Nerf)
My bro up in that jam fighting, keep your head up (Aye)
Disrespecting our land, then you damned, we wet yo’ checks up (Pah)
Get yo’ checks up at Saks Fifth, f#cking the check up
Broke out that white girl, lil’ n#gg#, he selling Kesha
You got me messed up, you really thinking that you next up
(That you next up)
Bullets to his body, now his teeth covered in ketchup
Aye, I can’t trust n#gg#s, ’cause they too fake
(‘Cause they too fake)
Fully do the kicking, and I call that b#tch Liu Kang
You chasing the bag, b#tch I’m chasing me a suitcase (Suitcase)
This .40 make your heartbeat off, like it’s Blueface, n#gg#
(Like it’s Blueface, n#gg#)
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