After the initial release, the song’s audio became a viral track on TikTok, which led to Yachty having the mastered version released on streaming services on the 24th.
On the 808-heavy banger, Yachty raps about his wealth and sexual prowess, notably proclaiming that he puts a girl in a “coffin” (puts her to sleep) during sexual intercourse.
COFFIN
Lil Yachty Lyrics
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You got a lot
Fuck mixtapes, fuck deluxe, YouTube
Lil Yachty YouTube, drop that shit, man
I be goin'
Buddah bless this beat (it's us, Earl on the beat)
Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh keepin' the keys on, uh
Go, okay, slatt, okay, 'crete
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (brrt)
Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma pull out ('crete, 'crete)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (skrrt)
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (skrrt, uh)
Go, I'm gonna talk my shit (yeah)
Okay, okay (Concrete Boys), okay
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out
Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (ew)
Walk in the spot, fifty deep with the tool out
They know that it us, show out at the cookout (slatt, go)
We gettin' money, don't care 'bout what they on (us)
Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone
In a suit with a stick like Capone (beep)
Bo for the Jackson, like shamone
I took the chrome to chrome (shamone)
I took his bitch, I boned (beezy)
I made her leave her phone, yes
(Yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go)
Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (boys)
Still control the whole Mecca
Still that nigga, still (still)
I still fuck her, I will (will)
Might put this bitch in my will (will)
(Wait, you're gon' do what?)
You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us, chill
Fuckin' this bitch in the hills
I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel
Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (oh my God)
Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin'
I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (walk)
Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin'
On God, I really be flossin' (walk)
Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back
Put the pussy inside of a coffin
In the lyrics of Lil Yachty's song Coffin, the rapper talks about his wealth and success in the music industry. He boasts about his achievements and how he has made it to the top. The song begins with Lil Yachty expressing his desire to drop new music and showcase his talent on YouTube. The underlying theme of the song is his dominance in the industry and how he is living life on his terms. He talks about how he is in control of his career and has the keys to his success.
The "keys" that Lil Yachty talks about are a symbol of his power and control over his life. He has access to everything that he wants, from expensive cars to beautiful women. He doesn't care about the opinions of others and is completely focused on his own success. He mentions that he wears condoms because he doesn't pull out, indicating that he is financially stable and can afford to take care of himself and any potential children.
Line by Line Meaning
I gotta start dropping these, man
I need to start releasing these songs, man
You got a lot
You have many songs, albums and mixtapes
Fuck mixtapes, fuck deluxe, YouTube
I don't want to release my songs through mixtapes or deluxe CDs or YouTube videos anymore
Lil Yachty YouTube, drop that shit, man
I want to release my songs directly on Lil Yachty's YouTube channel
I be goin'
I just keep creating and producing music
Buddah bless this beat (it's us, Earl on the beat)
I thank Buddah for giving us this awesome beat and Earl deserves credit for producing it
Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh keepin' the keys on, uh
I am strapping the gun while keeping the keys in my pocket
It's us, givin' the keys to the Wock' to my boys
I am giving the car keys to my boys so they can drive our new Wockhardt syrup car
Go, okay, slatt, okay, 'crete
Let's go, good, respect, and 'crete boys brings us unity and respect
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (brrt)
Give me the keys to my luxury car, I'm going to drive off fast with a quick sound
Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma pull out ('crete, 'crete)
Give me the keys to the concrete truck with the mixing drum, and I'll pull out
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (skrrt)
Give me my luxury car keys, and I'm going to drive off in a screeching sound
Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (skrrt, uh)
Give me my luxury car keys, and I will drive off with a screeching sound and move like a boss
Go, I'm gonna talk my shit (yeah)
Let's go, I will rap about myself and brag about my success
Okay, okay (Concrete Boys), okay
I'm okay, but Concrete Boys bring unity, and we are good together
Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (ew)
I always wear condoms while having sex because I don't want to impregnate anyone
Walk in the spot, fifty deep with the tool out
I enter the place with 50 of my guys and guns
They know that it us, show out at the cookout (slatt, go)
People know that it's us, and we will flex at the cookout (party)
We gettin' money, don't care 'bout what they on (us)
We are making money, and we don't care what others are doing
Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone
I play with hundred dollar bills and count them when I'm alone at home
In a suit with a stick like Capone (beep)
I wear a suit and carry a gun like Al Capone
Bo for the Jackson, like shamone
Bo Jackson is great like 'Shamone,' which means 'come on'
I took the chrome to chrome (shamone)
I made my chrome gun shiny like chrome
I took his bitch, I boned (beezy)
I stole his girlfriend and had sex with her
I made her leave her phone, yes
I made her leave her phone so she won't call anyone while we're together
(Yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go)
Whoever says we haven't made records is wrong; I'm going to prove it.
Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers
Even though I'm rich, I still love to eat at a budget-friendly fast food joint-Checkers
Still pull up, double decker (boys)
I still arrive in a double-decker bus with my gang
Still control the whole Mecca
I still reign supreme and lead the way in providing the best in the music industry, like Mecca City of Saudi Arabia
Still that nigga, still (still)
I'm still the coolest dude in the scene. I'm still achieving greatness.
I still fuck her, I will (will)
I will keep sleeping with her because I want to
Might put this bitch in my will (will)
Maybe I'll leave some inheritance for her
(Wait, you're gon' do what?)
Are you really going to do that?
You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us, chill
You're not making any sense. I'm one of the Concrete Boys, so calm down.
Fuckin' this bitch in the hills
I'm having sex with this girl in the hills
I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel
I didn't even perform oral sex, but she is sexually aroused
Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (oh my God)
I'm not doing anything gross. I'm just rapping.
Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin'
I'm just talking cool and flexing with the beats.
I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (walk)
I'm just walking with bravado and being stylish
Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin'
I'm getting hyped by and walking with these beats
On God, I really be flossin' (walk)
I'm not lying; I'm confidently boasting about my lifestyle
Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back
I will have sex with a girl, and I will do it from behind
Put the pussy inside of a coffin
My sexual performance will be so good that the girl will feel like she's in a dead person's box.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Isaac Earl Bynum, Jason Baker, Miles Parks McCollum, Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@darnoq_4500
Rap songs under 2 minutes are always hitting different.
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FACTSSS!.
@alex.3514
Especially when the rapper is actually good
@mchampion9854
FACTSSSSS
@lethalassassin1754
@@alex.3514 so...not in this case?
@leonardodibigcappinbro2269
@@lethalassassin1754 Ignorant little boy
@sethwonder7069
lol yachty’s personality makes his music so much better
@boredboy982
Fo'real , he's not no cool tough , a real chilled fun person making dancing music
@kingjayboi9144
https://youtu.be/ghmnzQnrNT4
@hippyshark1441
Yes