Coffin lyrics

[Intro]
(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 sh*t (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 f*ck 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 b*tch, 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 n*gga, still (Still)
I still f*ck her, I will (Will)
Might put this b*tch in my will (Will)
(Wait, hold on, you're gon' do what?
You're trippin', n*gga, I'm from, n*gga) Us, chill
f*ckin' this b*tch in the hills
I ain't even lick her, she wet as an eel
Ew, n*gga, 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*tch in the sheets, hit that b*tch from the back
Put the pus*y inside of a coffin