Coffin Cut

{Intro - Y2}

I don't wanna die, but I guess I'll find out when it leaves
Too much money to be made, that's why I'm lost in the league
Another day, another couple K on me
All black Benz like I got a funeral to attend

{Hook - Y2}

Tell yo' bitch "Get her money up" (Yuh yuh)
Hands from [?] and that's why she keep 'em coffin cut (Yuh)
Matte black, she ain't morbid, no bitch
Do not wake me up until your name is on the Forbes list (Sleep)
RIP, go get some Z's
Money deceased
Count that for me
Fuck a receipt
I do not leash
I just smoke cheese
[?]
Queen Latifah
We set it off
We do not preach
Put that on god
Coffin cut, I kill 'em all
Kay?
She said "Pick the color" (Matte black)
Been on drip for summers (Yea, yea)
Bands like live in concert (Big bands)
You can't see us, Wonder (Sit down)
[?] need red bottoms (Listen)
Kill everything, should be locked up (In there)
My bitch organic, no doctor

{Bridge - Y2, Mickey Shiloh }

Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
My shit go up (Oooooo)
(You still textin' a ghost)
Oooooo
(You still textin' a ghost)

{Verse 2 - Mickey Shiloh}

Sorry for your loss, are you lost for words?
Nigga I'm a boss
And your bitch bad, but I'm the worst
Ain't gon' catch no case, leave no trace like Jason
[?] with my vision (Yea, yea)
I know that I might look nice on social media
But, don't think twice, I will cut you out my fuckin' story (Bruh)
Coffin cut on my nails while I'm countin' cash
I'm not a stripper, but your nigga touchin' on my ass

{Bridge - Mickey Shiloh}

I don't wanna die, but I guess I'll find out in the morning
Show me you can kill it like you say, get me moanin'
Make sure that that pussy good, leave your ass in mouring
Lookin' like you got a funeral to attend

{Hook - Y2, Mickey Shiloh }

Tell yo' bitch "Get her money up" (Yuh yuh)
Hands from [?] and that's why she keep 'em coffin cut (Yuh)
Matte black, she ain't morbid, no bitch
Do not wake me up until your name is on the Forbes list (Sleep)
RIP, go get some Z's
Money deceased
Count that for me
Fuck a receipt
I do not leash
I just smoke cheese
[?]
Queen Latifah
We set it off
We do not preach
Put that on god
Coffin cut, I kill 'em all
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
Sorry for your loss (Yea)
My shit go up (Oooooo)
(You still textin' a ghost)
Oooooo
(You still textin' a ghost)