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Open Caskets Video (MV)




Performed By: Dirko
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Raji Williams




Dirko - Open Caskets Lyrics
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What's that hanging out your pocket nigga
A big Glock
F*ck her once that lil bih gotta slide
Kick rocks
Can't go back an forth bout nun of the guys
Get'cho shit rocked
Everybody claim they shooters till they hear a
Gun pop
Face shots ant no open caskets , you gotta close it
Everyday I'm tryna dodge the pin I can't go bowling
We gone roll up set the block on fye
Just like we smoking
I'm wit anything you popping bout
I know you know it
Ant no open caskets for the opps , can't see his face
If the police come an lock me up , ant shit to say
Ian gone do no back n forth at all , know how I play
I need millions for my baby boy make sure he safe
Ian the type to do a million features these niggas gay
Free tay k I did the race to , Ian beat my case
I got my baby moma enough to kill you she don't need no mace
Ian the type to blow an flip the script I can't be fake
Treat a nigga like a target , ya ya
I look a niggas like they victims , ya ya
That's my dawg you know how we rock , ya ya
You get shot up tryna diss him , ya ya
You a shooter till you shot nigga , ya ya
Say my name I'm at yo spot nigga , ya ya
This ant enough I want a lot nigga , ya ya
Aint shit funny Ian mot nigga , ya ya
Ant no driving by I walk up on ya I'm hopping out
That shit just on ya it ant really in ya you want some clout
You tryna go viral looking for a deal just wanna be hot
They'n support you till you make it big they want what you got
That nigga Tony ran with a cop then he got popped
If youn like me nigga let me know come be a opp
We got choppas we got hand guns an we gone rock
If it's up wit me know how I play it this shit don't stop
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What's that hanging out your pocket nigga
A big Glock
F*ck her once that lil bih gotta slide
Kick rocks
Can't go back an forth bout nun of the guys
Get'cho shit rocked
Everybody claim they shooters till they hear a
Gun pop
Face shots ant no open caskets , you gotta close it
Everyday I'm tryna dodge the pin I can't go bowling
We gone roll up set the block on fye
Just like we smoking
I'm wit anything you popping bout
I know you know it
Ant no open caskets for the opps , can't see his face
If the police come an lock me up , ant shit to say
Ian gone do no back n forth at all , know how I play
I need millions for my baby boy make sure he safe
Ian the type to do a million features these niggas gay
Free tay k I did the race to , Ian beat my case
I got my baby moma enough to kill you she don't need no mace
Ian the type to blow an flip the script I can't be fake
Treat a nigga like a target , ya ya
I look a niggas like they victims , ya ya
That's my dawg you know how we rock , ya ya
You get shot up tryna diss him , ya ya
You a shooter till you shot nigga , ya ya
Say my name I'm at yo spot nigga , ya ya
This ant enough I want a lot nigga , ya ya
Aint shit funny Ian mot nigga , ya ya
Ant no driving by I walk up on ya I'm hopping out
That shit just on ya it ant really in ya you want some clout
You tryna go viral looking for a deal just wanna be hot
They'n support you till you make it big they want what you got
That nigga Tony ran with a cop then he got popped
If youn like me nigga let me know come be a opp
We got choppas we got hand guns an we gone rock
If it's up wit me know how I play it this shit don't stop
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Writer: Raji Williams
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