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mbnel - caskets lyrics

[intro]
wavy tryna show me yo b+tch favorite producer
wavy tryna show me yo b+tch favorite producer

[verse]
aye stupid asking bout me, been cripping since like a snotty nose
always been a c ain’t no b’s, ain’t make no honor roll
five hundred for your fit, i spent five hundred just for all my toes
n+ggas talking wet, on the set, a body on the pole
if your b+tch look then she took, b+tch i’m feeling handsome
i got a pole up in this party b+tch i don’t do the dancing
aye b+tch we thug it for real, he thuggin’ for the cameras
aye a n+gga feeling like he ball, 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 hoe just knocked up
a hundred in the choppa and it’s gon’ light your whole block up
caressin’ a b+tch and she gon’ give your whole drop up
aye, roy passing them bullets, i call him 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
h+lla clips up in this chamber, f+ck around and shoot a movie
aye b+tch, can of paint, we tryna spray sh+t
n+ggas tryna k!ll me, oh well, we on that same sh+t
h+lla crips with me, ride around on that gang sh+t
i’m in a foreign thang, tinted windows when i lane switch
i’m in a sp+ceship, hit your whip up it got your face hit
big d+ck inside this pistol lil n+gga, but ain’t no g+y sh+t
please don’t say sh+t when you sit in that interrogation
always been up in these streets like i’m stuck up in the pavement
feel like an artist, the way this pistol loves to paint sh+t
feel like the matrix, n+ggas missing they ain’t even scr+pe sh+t
you on that lame sh+t, bullets wet you up on that rain sh+t
we do a skit, then switch whips, that gta sh+t
aye hop in the stu and i get payed for it
n+ggas disrespecting your gang, still ain’t get sprayed for it
my bro up in that jam fighting ten, keep your head up
disrespecting our land, then you d+mned, we wet your checks up
get your checks up, at saks fifth f+cking a check up
bro got that white girl, lil n+gga he selling kesha
you got me messed up, you really thinking that you next up
bullets to his body now his tea covered in ketchup
aye i can’t trust n+ggas ’cause they too fake
fully do the kicking, and i call that b+tch liu kang
you chasing a bag, b+tch i’m chasing me a suitcase
this forty make your heart beat off like it’s blueface
n+gga

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