Coffin
Pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson I've been sober too often, no coughing
Took down a perk, I was itchin' and nauseous He want smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Bitch, ain't no safety, so nigga, be cautious Square ass, lil' nigga, we circle of bosses
Too many L's, I can't take no more losses I'm not with all the talkin', no auction
Damn, look, cut her right off, she was callin' and stalkin
Ayy, hold on, hop on your beat and you know I'm gon' walk it
Oh, oh, he want the smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Ayy, look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Cut her right off if she need me,
She can't believe it I got her shoppin' in neimans
I watch her turn to a demon,
She can't deceive me
I got her shakin' and seizin
Upping the stick for no reason,
Bitch, I'm a heathen Smoke till I look Indonesian
Cut up in traffic, I'm weavin' Gave her the D but, this hoe just ran off with my semen
I'm from the street, ho, I'm fresh out the pavement Bitch, I'm the one and you stuck in the matrix
Can't hit that bitch, nigga, I don't do basic
Trap off the flip, if he don't, they gon' trace it
Hit her one time, she ain't nun to replace She ain't the one I can't take her on dates
Bankin' on me like I'm reigions or chase
Ran from the jakes, he ain't gettin' my plates
Damn, they don't hear me like a dodge
Steady pourin' out my heart
Ayy, we gon' pull a nigga card
Ain't no cap, ain't no facade
We don't get even, beatin' all the odds
No NBA, but he gon' take the charge
When I was broke, they watched a nigga starve
I'm livin' life, they bank on me like Claud woah
Look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
I've been sober too often, no coughing
Took down a perk, I was itchin' and nauseous He want smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Bitch, ain't no safety, so nigga, be cautious Square ass lil nigga, we circle the bosses
Too many L's, I can't take no more losses I'm not with all the talkin', no auction
Look, cut her right off, she was callin' and stalkin
Ayy, hold on, hop on your beat and you know I'm gon' walk it
Oh, oh, he want the smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Ayy, look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Ayy, shawty get wet, got her pussy on Fiji
Ayy, walk out with Louis, it's straight out of neimans
Hop out that bitch and I turned to a demon
Hop out the street wit it
Got it on me, I hop on the beat wit it
Got it on me, I hop out the street wit it
I'm too real, I can't walk around pretending
Took down a perk, I was itchin' and nauseous He want smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Bitch, ain't no safety, so nigga, be cautious Square ass, lil' nigga, we circle of bosses
Too many L's, I can't take no more losses I'm not with all the talkin', no auction
Damn, look, cut her right off, she was callin' and stalkin
Ayy, hold on, hop on your beat and you know I'm gon' walk it
Oh, oh, he want the smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Ayy, look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Cut her right off if she need me,
She can't believe it I got her shoppin' in neimans
I watch her turn to a demon,
She can't deceive me
I got her shakin' and seizin
Upping the stick for no reason,
Bitch, I'm a heathen Smoke till I look Indonesian
Cut up in traffic, I'm weavin' Gave her the D but, this hoe just ran off with my semen
I'm from the street, ho, I'm fresh out the pavement Bitch, I'm the one and you stuck in the matrix
Can't hit that bitch, nigga, I don't do basic
Trap off the flip, if he don't, they gon' trace it
Hit her one time, she ain't nun to replace She ain't the one I can't take her on dates
Bankin' on me like I'm reigions or chase
Ran from the jakes, he ain't gettin' my plates
Damn, they don't hear me like a dodge
Steady pourin' out my heart
Ayy, we gon' pull a nigga card
Ain't no cap, ain't no facade
We don't get even, beatin' all the odds
No NBA, but he gon' take the charge
When I was broke, they watched a nigga starve
I'm livin' life, they bank on me like Claud woah
Look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
I've been sober too often, no coughing
Took down a perk, I was itchin' and nauseous He want smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Bitch, ain't no safety, so nigga, be cautious Square ass lil nigga, we circle the bosses
Too many L's, I can't take no more losses I'm not with all the talkin', no auction
Look, cut her right off, she was callin' and stalkin
Ayy, hold on, hop on your beat and you know I'm gon' walk it
Oh, oh, he want the smoke, now he caught in the coffin
Ayy, look, pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Pockets on crip like I'm straight out of Slauson
Ayy, shawty get wet, got her pussy on Fiji
Ayy, walk out with Louis, it's straight out of neimans
Hop out that bitch and I turned to a demon
Hop out the street wit it
Got it on me, I hop on the beat wit it
Got it on me, I hop out the street wit it
I'm too real, I can't walk around pretending
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Writer(s): Lamar Cockerham Jr
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