"Coffin Out" lyrics
Trae Tha Truth & Mozzy Lyrics
(Khalil)
Niggas always speakin' on the 'Gram, they just talk a lot
Flexin', I'ma show you what it be, we can chalk it out
When it's time to move, I go to work, if I'm off or not
Tried to count me out, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' he was me, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' we wouldn't squeeze, that shit dead, bring the coffin out
You ain't got no rank in your circumference, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
ABN and HGM on timin', they ain't poppin' out
I'm on it, slime, I'm out my mind, I think I'm seein' doubles
Double dribble when he slither, told him keep it subtle
Need for nothin', swap the paint, I'm finna tweak the shuttle
Real UFO-ish in this Cyber, I got tweaker hustle
I bought it plain from Hutch and 'em, then told his team to bust 'em
Became accustomed to this paper, got expensive habits
Spent a bag on Ace of Spade and let the bitches have it
It's a movie, unos in the air, this shit cinematic
Pop a Perc', damn, this ho work, that bitch kickin' asses
Tinted glasses, thirty-pointers on 'em, straight from Motor City
Know we litty, amputate the roof, these bitches showin' titties
No Givenchy, outer-space boots, we don't go Balenci' (Uh)
Slidin' in the section, in this Maybach, I just copped it cash
They been movin' broke, had to go, I took out the trash
Hatin' me, fumble on the play, niggas blocked the pass
Fuck 'em if they had that shit before me, bitch, I rocked it last
Super Rae, narratin' truth, better check the tape
Actin' like they eatin', they been starvin', I just took the plate
Pop a sucker top like I'm exotic, from across the way
See the score, look here, I'm the coach, better know the play
Flicked 'em 'cross they head like I'm TG Shoots
If it's static, they gon' know it when they see these suits
Black hoodie, black pants, and these black-ass Nikes
Told 'em everything on go and we gon' pass these lights
Told your baby mama drive, know the price here right
If you say it's in the air, I'm gon' fly these kites
Hundred eighty on the dash, you gon' see these pipes
Hit your block, sweep it clean, you gon' need these wipes, nigga
Niggas always speakin' on the 'Gram, they just talk a lot
Flexin', I'ma show you what it be, we can chalk it out
When it's time to move, I go to work, if I'm off or not
Tried to count me out, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' he was me, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' we wouldn't squeeze, that shit dead, bring the coffin out
You ain't got no rank in your circumference, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
ABN and HGM on timin', they ain't poppin' out
Niggas always speakin' on the 'Gram, they just talk a lot
Flexin', I'ma show you what it be, we can chalk it out
When it's time to move, I go to work, if I'm off or not
Tried to count me out, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' he was me, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' we wouldn't squeeze, that shit dead, bring the coffin out
You ain't got no rank in your circumference, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
ABN and HGM on timin', they ain't poppin' out
I'm on it, slime, I'm out my mind, I think I'm seein' doubles
Double dribble when he slither, told him keep it subtle
Need for nothin', swap the paint, I'm finna tweak the shuttle
Real UFO-ish in this Cyber, I got tweaker hustle
I bought it plain from Hutch and 'em, then told his team to bust 'em
Became accustomed to this paper, got expensive habits
Spent a bag on Ace of Spade and let the bitches have it
It's a movie, unos in the air, this shit cinematic
Pop a Perc', damn, this ho work, that bitch kickin' asses
Tinted glasses, thirty-pointers on 'em, straight from Motor City
Know we litty, amputate the roof, these bitches showin' titties
No Givenchy, outer-space boots, we don't go Balenci' (Uh)
Slidin' in the section, in this Maybach, I just copped it cash
They been movin' broke, had to go, I took out the trash
Hatin' me, fumble on the play, niggas blocked the pass
Fuck 'em if they had that shit before me, bitch, I rocked it last
Super Rae, narratin' truth, better check the tape
Actin' like they eatin', they been starvin', I just took the plate
Pop a sucker top like I'm exotic, from across the way
See the score, look here, I'm the coach, better know the play
Flicked 'em 'cross they head like I'm TG Shoots
If it's static, they gon' know it when they see these suits
Black hoodie, black pants, and these black-ass Nikes
Told 'em everything on go and we gon' pass these lights
Told your baby mama drive, know the price here right
If you say it's in the air, I'm gon' fly these kites
Hundred eighty on the dash, you gon' see these pipes
Hit your block, sweep it clean, you gon' need these wipes, nigga
Niggas always speakin' on the 'Gram, they just talk a lot
Flexin', I'ma show you what it be, we can chalk it out
When it's time to move, I go to work, if I'm off or not
Tried to count me out, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' he was me, that shit was dead, bring the coffin out
Thinkin' we wouldn't squeeze, that shit dead, bring the coffin out
You ain't got no rank in your circumference, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
ABN and HGM on timin', they ain't poppin' out
