Coffin

Buddah bless this beat It's us Hit 'em with the Jab 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, damn, 'crete, 'kay Gimme 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 Verse 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 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 pussy inside of a coffin