Coffin (feat. GNLUV)

Chit chat, why all you niggas talking Put me on a shirt, I'll be living inna coffin I be riding dirty in the S fourteen Hit it then I slide, tryna do it like me Uzi with a clip, too icy imma slip (uh) Unload up on her face, gotta ready up my tip Got a Gucci belt, and I'm matching with the slides Got a Prada bag, snow bunny; blue eyes Step on the gas, black Rolls, ski-masks Choppa with a beam, gon' turn you to a hashtag Pics on a white tee, start a 'gofundme' Blood on my one's, If you want it; come and find me Clips on the dash You know something like a magazine Look at my hands, diamonds dancing, hypnotizing Look at these bands, no you hating, wanna fight me? Look at these fans, no you hating, wanna pipe me Choppa with extended clips I'm handing halos; Heaven sent Bitches wanna f*ck me Said her favorite song is "finer things" Took her to Fifth Avenue To the block with three hundred and fours' If you want a band, better give it up you lil' hoe Put you inna coffin Lay you down with your dead bros On your block, I never miss Biggie; like who shot you? But imma hit 'em up Say I'm smoking on your dead bro But imma hit 'em up Say I'm smoking on your dead bro Chit chat, why all you niggas talking Put me on a shirt, I'll be livin' inna coffin I be riding dirty in the S fourteen Hit it then I slide, tryna do it like me Uzi with a clip, too icy imma slip (uh) Unload up on her face, gotta ready up my tip Got a Gucci belt, and I'm matching with the slides Got a Prada bag, snow bunny; blue eyes