Coffin

I gotta start dropping these, man You got a lot Fuck mixtapes, fuck deluxe, YouTube Lil Yachty YouTube, drop that shit, man I be goin' Buddah bless this beat (it's us, Earl on the beat) Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh keepin' the keys on, uh It's us, givin' the keys to the Wock' to my boys Go, okay, slatt, okay, 'crete Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (brrt) Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma 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 gonna talk my shit (yeah) Okay, okay (Concrete Boys), okay Gimme 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 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, 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 as a eel 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 p***y inside of a coffin