CASKET TALK LYRICS (3860) – NBA YoungBoy

Casket Talk Lyrics – Casket Talk is the Brand New English Song from the album “3860” featuring Quando Rondo. NBA YoungBoy and Quando Rondo have sung this Latest English Song, while Casket Talk Song Lyrics are penned by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo, Aldaz, D-Roc, Dmac, and ​lvl35dav, with Music produced by Aldaz, D-Roc, Dmac and ​lvl35dav.

Casket Talk Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

It’s Hot, It’s Hot
(DMAC On The Fu*kin’ Track)
QRN
Hot, Hot
(D-Roc)

All Day, I Disrespect The Dead, Like, “F#ck 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#ckin’ Ga#gster,
I Got Fifty Racks Right Now (Right Now, Right Now)
A Couple K!llers In The Back Right Now
New Double R, Grippin’ My Banger
Countin’ 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 Sh0tter
Lil’ Shawty Gave Me Her Number,
Her Folks The Opps, But, I Still F#cked Her
I’m Talkin’ Tip Toe Sh!t,
Don’t Make A Sound, Get Low Then Drop ’em

But, Really, Outchea And Got Problems
Know These N!ggas 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
I’m On Ya, We Gon’ Knock
Him Off Off A Phone Call, Oh Yeah

All Day, I Disrespect The Dead,
Like, “F#ck 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#ckin’ Ga#gster,
I Got Fifty Racks Right Now (Right Now, Right Now)
A Couple K!llers In The Back Right Now
New Double R, Grippin’ My Banger
Countin’ Up A Check Right Now (Uh)
I Can 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 N!gga
Wanna Beef Behind His Dawg
What That Smell? That’s My N!gga
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#ck The System,
Pour That Drink Up
Lean I’m Sippin’

All Day, I Disrespect The Dead,
Like, “F#ck 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#ckin’ Gang$ter,
I Got Fifty Racks Right Now (Right Now, Right Now)
A Couple K!llers In The Back Right Now
New Double R, Grippin’ My Banger
Countin’ Up A Check Right Now (Uh)
I Can Get You Whacked Right Now

Written by: Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again…

Casket Talk Song Info:

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