LIL YACHTY – COFFIN lyrics

I gotta start dropping these
You got a lot
F–k mixtapes, f–k deluxe, YouTube
Lil Yachty YouTube, drop that s–t, 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 on the top of this s–t (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 f–k hunnids at home all alone
In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep)
Bo for the Jackson, all Shamone
I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone)
I took his b—h, I boned (Beezy)
I made her leave her phone, yes
(Yeah, oh) Who said we ain’t made records? (Go)
Rich-a– still eatin’ Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (Boys)
Still control the whole Mecca
Still that n—a, still (Still)
I still f–k her, I will
Might put this b—h in my will (Will)
(Wait, hold on, you’re gon’ do what?
You’re trippin’, n—a, I’m from, n—a) Us, chill
F–kin’ this b—h in the hills
I ain’t even lick her, she wet as a eel
Ew, n—a, 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)
B—h in the sheets, hit that b—h from the back
Put the p—y inside of a coffin