COFFIN (with YNG Martyr) - Phonk Version (Sped Up)
Always wanna start, but you never fucking smoke
'Cause you're flashing on the gun, but you're lying, you're a joke
And you're talking about the party when you're never even close
I'll be pressing on the shooters you'll be lacking this, slacking this
Playboy bunnies laying on the couch
I got three 6's in my bank account
New toy
I think I'm gonna try her out (out)
Lose that dumb shit
Give me what you owe me, run it
No discussion
Grab the credit card and cut it
Louis luggage
Think I'm gonna live out of it
(Think I'm gonna live out of it)
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin (coffin)
Bro, don't get me in my bag
PLVTINUM this went platinum
Man, I told them bring me bags
I walked inside the Louis Vuitton and threw me up some racks
Bought your bitch a bag bro
I didn't check the tags (didn't check the tags)
I didn't check the tag bitch
Swallowed me a pill now I'm feeling just like Pac-Man
Fucked a bitch named Zoe
Had me feeling like I'm Batman
Her boyfriend was a joke
So I wrapped him in a bag, man
My wrist was off a single had to him with the backhand
Playboy bunnies laying on til the morning
Three hoes throwing up a 6 when I'm on one
Main bitch probably hate this but she know
I'm going through the fucking same shit til the coffin
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my cof-cof-coffin
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin)
Coffin
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin)
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin (coffin)
'Cause you're flashing on the gun, but you're lying, you're a joke
And you're talking about the party when you're never even close
I'll be pressing on the shooters you'll be lacking this, slacking this
Playboy bunnies laying on the couch
I got three 6's in my bank account
New toy
I think I'm gonna try her out (out)
Lose that dumb shit
Give me what you owe me, run it
No discussion
Grab the credit card and cut it
Louis luggage
Think I'm gonna live out of it
(Think I'm gonna live out of it)
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin (coffin)
Bro, don't get me in my bag
PLVTINUM this went platinum
Man, I told them bring me bags
I walked inside the Louis Vuitton and threw me up some racks
Bought your bitch a bag bro
I didn't check the tags (didn't check the tags)
I didn't check the tag bitch
Swallowed me a pill now I'm feeling just like Pac-Man
Fucked a bitch named Zoe
Had me feeling like I'm Batman
Her boyfriend was a joke
So I wrapped him in a bag, man
My wrist was off a single had to him with the backhand
Playboy bunnies laying on til the morning
Three hoes throwing up a 6 when I'm on one
Main bitch probably hate this but she know
I'm going through the fucking same shit til the coffin
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin
'Cause I'm about to spend a month's pay
On cocaine
Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend
Spit in his face
Take a motherfucking 9m to my brain
Wrap my body in designer
In my cof-cof-coffin
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin)
Coffin
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin, coffin, woo)
(Coffin, coffin, coffin)
Wrap my body in designer
In my coffin (coffin)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Turner, Seaton Rogers, Richard Doetsch
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