L.I.C. (Livin In A Casket)

[Intro]
Yeah
Straight ghetto funk
For that 95

[Verse 1]
Yeah,It's on
Motherfuck you punk ass niggas talking that bullshit Imma pull it
And leave your motherfucking ass in disctrict
So you be actin good when you in my neighborhood
Imma tell you one time you dont wanna fuck with mine
Livin in a motherfuckin casket why you askin niggas you know me
Now for a motherfucka round when I'm in that SUV SET
Light that blunt motherfucka pretty fast keepin my mind clear as a glass
Damn miss a fuckin Roach I'm kickin myself in tha fucking ass
Creepin up on these trunk women and
Punk mothafuckas so weak have to feel
Jump in tha G-ride hit em wit a hoo ride
Take and get them down to the motherfucking dark side
Kill a man take a stand
Raze up blaze up
Gotta keep you comin on gotta keep you comin strong
Niggas dont know my mind
And trapped till they get they ass capsule smoke
One or two or three
Or throw just blunts
This funky style
Just file me another sack so I
So I get high as a sky
So nigga why you wanna try
See I'm stressed out
Livin a life of a nigga who ain't had shit
Blastin on all of you niggas that pull on them triggas
You know you can't fuck with
So what
So for I gotta get that ass in
Sellin all the crack rocks
Still I ain't that kingpin
Nigga be false flagging
Pass sagging wearin rags and
Get em up takin another step in comin to wet you up
Ain't that my drug in the hood
Just a few niggas that be actin straight
One of my partners be packin them gains so tell the devil to open the gates
It's fucked up
Yeah this shit is trash
Bitch why you askin
I'm livin in this motherfucking casket

[Verse 2]
Chiefin up that motherfucking indo
Fuckin with my head hoe
Gotta let a nigga know
Infrared to yo head
Nigga dont be scared
Cuz the killa squad is in here hoe
Just some niggas on they motherfucking bussiness
Ridin with that tight click
Nigga wind up and test me bitch
Got your slug in your fucking face trick
I feel that I ain't,love I'm down on the fucking world
Droppin and go buy myself some motherfucking ghetto love
One two three four shots nigga from my fucking Glock nigga
Pop pop pop now watch you suckers drop up on my block
Nigga true to that casket hoe comin straight from my case so
I'm here to let that nigga know he got his foot in his grave so
That's the way that story goes
And tales from the Hal hoe
380 chrome steel packed in my nuts hoe

[Verse 3]

Bitch I gots to get my fucking hustle on struggling
Niggas thats dope dealin straight drug smuggling
So fuck that motherfucking bullshit
Go straight up in the streets I'm the nigga that's taking no shit
Six on my motherfucking chest be killin that stress nigga
Ain't no sense in you jacking cuz I'm back with finger on the trigger
Peace to my motherfucking niggas on locked down pouring out
Beer and smoking a blunt if you ain't around thats aight
Lean back in my G ride and I
Gotta take a trip to the Southside and I'm like ballin
Rollin up 8 street nigga hit Jackson
Time for some action
Cuz I'm that nigga that's sellin dope from your block
And what we like down South fucking peanut butter top
While we peelin they fucking cap
Cuz the bitches wanna trait us
Smoke a quarter pound of weed yeah nigga place em
Fuck these motherfucking niggas with that hoe shit
Welcome to my dog pin
I'm livin in this motherfuckin casket

[Outro]
Booya back again for your motherfucking ass nigga
In that 95 we gonna do that dope shit like dis
KW up in this motherfucka
That's right Lil E up in dis joint
Yeah my nigga Will on that motherfucking boil cookin up
That motherfucking dope ass funky ass tracks nigga
And we ready to get up out of this bitch cuz I gotta go smoke one
You know what I'm sayin...