Chris Gunn - Till The Casket Drops lyrics

[Verse 1: Toker] Till the casket, I won't stop, still on the block Ese and stay G the f** up Hit switches on b**hes and get the p**y wet No holding hands, no kissing, dick is all they get I keep it real ese, f** a b**h of mines I ain't wasting my time, trying to hit them with no love Right is checking out time you got to go hoe Go looking out on the p**y, ese Toker got to roll Love me or hate me, I really don't give a f** I get mines regardless you putos know what's up I keep a duffel bag full for a rainy day Who the f** you think flood the streets of LA With that bomb a** flaking sh** all you need is one hit I'm the one you motherf**ers need to get with Straight connected with the Colombian Cartel [?] and Juan Carlos who I met in jail [Hook: Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherf**er hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the p**y better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherf**ing nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen smashing on foos South side pandilleros, giving putos the blues [Verse 2: Toker] Give me the money, the p**y, and I'm straight else I'mma keep the blue ragging for the numero 13 I'mma the product of my block and still f** a cop I'mma a two strike felon and I ain't giving a f** I'mma go out like the north Hollywood bank robbery foos I'mma make the front page, LA times, and the news Got to let the homies up in the pen see me Sitting back on them cells, watching this sh** on tv I'mma keep banging till the day I die I put it down for pandilleros from crazy side I ain't changing my estilo, my estilo still the same up f** a radio jammer and f** all you lame If you ain't keeping it real ese, shut the f** up Stick to what you know and stay smoking them rocks This sh** is for G's, lifers and dope dealers All the homies in the pen, natural born k**ers [Hook; Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherf**er hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the p**y better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherf**ing nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen smashing on foos South side pandilleros, giving putos the blues [Verse 3: Toker] I'm one of a kind and like me there's no other You know you can't f** with me, so don't bother I do what do, cause I pay my dues You don't like what I'm saying, little b**h f** you You want to be like me and roll like I roll Check out my gang ese, next to me your a hoe There's nothing I do or say that you can do better Ask that b**h you with who gets the p**y wetter I ain't tripping ese, I'm just keeping it real Crack them legs wide open and I go with the k** I'm niece a g**ner, I get my bang on I throw it up with my right and with my left, I hold a gun So run real fast, mister chulo man run Cause I'm known for blasting just to test my gun Mr. Pelon, cabron, I put on in your dome I keep up para eastside trece ese [Hook: Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherf**er hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the p**y better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherf**ing nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen, smashing on foos, south side Panderos, giving putos the blues