Caskets - Mbnel

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)

Niggas talkin' wack, on the set, a body on the pole

If yo' bitch look, then she took, bitch, I’m feeling handsy (Watch yo' slasher)

I got a pole up in this party, bitch, I don’t do the dance shit

(I don’t do no dance shit)

Aye, bitch, we thugging it for real, you thugging for the cameras (Aye)

Aye, a nigga feeling like he bull, I turn him into Casper

Bitch, 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 bitch, 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 bitch Bruce Lee

I treat the bitch like Pluto, she thinking that I’m a Goofy

Hella clips up in this chain, but fuck around and shoot a movie

Aye, bitch, can of paint, we tryna spray shit

(Tryna spray shit)

Niggas try to kill me?

Oh, well, we on that same shit

(On that same shit)

Hella Crips with me, ridin' 'round on that gang shit

(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' nigga, but ain’t no gay shit

(Ain't no gay shit, nigga)

Please don’t say shit 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 shit (Pah)

Feel like the Matrix, niggas missing, ain’t even scrape shit

(Ain't even scrape shit)

You on that lame shit, bullets wet you up on that rain shit

(On that rain shit)

We do a skit, then switch whips, that GTA shit

(That GTA shit)

Aye, pop in the stu', and I get paid for it

(Get paid for it)

Niggas 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, fucking the check up

Broke out that white girl, lil' nigga, 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 niggas, 'cause they too fake

('Cause they too fake)

Fully do the kicking, and I call that bitch Liu Kang

You chasing the bag, bitch I’m chasing me a suitcase (Suitcase)

This .40 make your heartbeat off, like it’s Blueface, nigga

(Like it’s Blueface, nigga)