Casket ft. Njoiii Lyrics

D O

T I

Got a whole bunch of

Steppas around me fr

Dead On The Inside

Posted on the that corner

Shooting threes like I'm Weber

Shooosh

Yeah yeah

Gahdamm

Yeah Yeah

Posted on that corner shooting threes like I'm Webber

I ain't got a heart told her love me now or never

Hundreds on my femur bone baby like it's tethered

I was Inside of that jam and I ain't even receive a letter

Upgrade from my old bitch let her go cause she too messy

Narcotics calm my nerves oh my God cause she do extra

Fucking off a sack at sacks damn I got to do better

Double D on the Glock it's a perky set I let it settle

Yeah

D O T I

Run it back

Eight One

Still at the grave with my reapers

Long Live My Fallen Soldiers

Double cup from circle k lean told me to fly away

Bitch I came straight out the mud I knew I would find a way

Lil bitch trying to fuck still ain't got no time to waste

Pouring out a eight of paste nine right up on my waist

Tuck it, Bill Cosby If they sleep on me then fuck em

Opposition see me out in public they start ducking

Dracs and AK's bitch I'm tapped in with the Russians

Wiiicked got Molly but these pink rocks got me bussing

Pass the glick off to my cousin yeah I heard you speaking shit for nothing

Damn, I put two shots in his muffin now he in a coffin sharp as hell

With some cufflinks

Told her I can't cuff it bitch don't speak to me we fucking

D O T I

Eight One

Uhhh

Gahdamm

Ohh yeah

For a buck in the field with a sack

Feel like I'm warren

Okay

Yeah yeah

Uhhh

Dead On The Inside

For a buck in the field with a sack feel like Warren Sapp

I ain't got a kid but I'm still putting babies in the bath

Had her in her feelings, do you cry cause I can't get a attached

Said I broke her heart a thousand times like I could give it back

Pistol shotgun riding never ask me where my pistol at

Gangstas link you play and act you get your ceiling cracked

Copped the millenary digital now it ain't a drag

Telling Time in the trap got quicker whipping

I talked to KYNG not too long ago

Y'all should've left that nigga the fuck alone for real

I tried to warn as many souls as I could

My attempts were futile

Eighth grade could face a six y'all pour swigs to take a sip

There were lonely days I slaved just to have my way like this

Two hundred and sixty days now since I tasted it

Thirty-seven K in ninety days I 'm trying to make it flip

Paid a hundred for this eighth nah You can't face the spliff

Working at the grave everyday you don't get paid per shift

I was nodding off and aching instead of facing it

Making boss moves I can't say I wake up late for shit

Cause the office don't open till I take my morning shit you feel me

I been on my Obama shit, making changes before niggas knew who the fuck

I was but came at the perfect time a nigga was needed

Chest out and chin up like ya nose bleeding shordi you gotta village to feed

FTS shit bitch

Eighty-one Grim