Lil Yachty - Coffin lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - Coffin lyrics]
(Buddah bless this beat)
It's us (Hit 'em with the Jab)
Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh
Keepin' the keys on, uh
Keepin' the keys to the WAP when I pull out
(Boys)
Go, okay, slatt, okay, damn, 'crete, 'kay
Keepin' the keys to the coupe when I pull out
(Brrt)
Gimme the keys to the 'crete when I pull out
('Crete, 'crete)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out
(Skrrt)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (Skrrt, uh)
Go, I'm on the top of this shit (yeah)
Okay, okay
(Earl on thе Beat) , okay (Concrete Boys)
Gimmе the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out
Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out
(Ew) walk in the spot
Fifty deep with the tool out
They know that it's us
Show out at the cookout (Slatt, go)
We gettin' money
Don't care 'bout what they on (Us)
Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone
In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep)
Bo for the Jackson, like Shamone
I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone)
I took his bitch, I boned (Beezy)
I made her leave her phone, yes
(yeah, oh) Who said we
Ain't made records? (Go)
Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (Boys)
Still control the whole Mecca
Still that nigga, still (Still)
I still fuck her, I will (Will)
Might put this bitch in my will (Will)
(Wait, hold on, you're gon' do what?
You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us
Chill fuckin' this bitch in the hills
I ain't even lick her, she wet, I said ew
Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (Oh my God)
Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin'
I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (Walk)
Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin'
On God, I really be flossin' (Walk)
Bitch in the sheets
Hit that bitch from the back
Put the pussy inside of a coffin
It's us (Hit 'em with the Jab)
Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh
Keepin' the keys on, uh
Keepin' the keys to the WAP when I pull out
(Boys)
Go, okay, slatt, okay, damn, 'crete, 'kay
Keepin' the keys to the coupe when I pull out
(Brrt)
Gimme the keys to the 'crete when I pull out
('Crete, 'crete)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out
(Skrrt)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (Skrrt, uh)
Go, I'm on the top of this shit (yeah)
Okay, okay
(Earl on thе Beat) , okay (Concrete Boys)
Gimmе the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out
Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out
(Ew) walk in the spot
Fifty deep with the tool out
They know that it's us
Show out at the cookout (Slatt, go)
We gettin' money
Don't care 'bout what they on (Us)
Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone
In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep)
Bo for the Jackson, like Shamone
I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone)
I took his bitch, I boned (Beezy)
I made her leave her phone, yes
(yeah, oh) Who said we
Ain't made records? (Go)
Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (Boys)
Still control the whole Mecca
Still that nigga, still (Still)
I still fuck her, I will (Will)
Might put this bitch in my will (Will)
(Wait, hold on, you're gon' do what?
You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us
Chill fuckin' this bitch in the hills
I ain't even lick her, she wet, I said ew
Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (Oh my God)
Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin'
I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (Walk)
Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin'
On God, I really be flossin' (Walk)
Bitch in the sheets
Hit that bitch from the back
Put the pussy inside of a coffin