Autopsy

Lyrics

[Intro] Look (Ayy, Power) [Chorus] I've been barely comin' 'round, disconnectin' myself Took a lil' time away for my own mental health They want me switchin' up the topic, I don't know nothin' else 'Cause that chip-chip slide, get what you want off the shelf The last beef I really had, them niggas had to get an autopsy [Verse] Bust 'scripts with unc', auntie ridin' 'round, rollin' in Givenchy Ayy, drop the tint and let the smoke out Niggas be flashy on the 'Gram, but at they folks' house (Huh?) Took her out for some caviar and showed her somethin' new (Yeah) Six-fifty a plate, that's just somethin' that you cannot do They seein' shit green, now niggas callin' out of the blue I'ma hop in the field before I get on the 'net respondin' to you The way I had my opp runnin', nigga need his own jersey Dropped a whole thirty through them bitches like I'm Brock Purdy Hop out somethin' clean and get my hands dirty Hit a rap nigga whip and have that nigga fans worried Boy, be careful 'fore you be a dead nigga on the timeline (Man, I swear) Nigga wanted his spotlight, now he on headlines (How that work?) She just took a nigga soul, now it's bedtime Thirty-five for the Moncler with Palm Angels' design When you leave a body in the street, you gotta lay low My nigga always comin' 'round with beans, he like Drego She ain't on no girls' trip, she out with me in San Diego Good weather and good weed, where I'm at don't get tornadoes [Chorus] I've been barely comin' 'round, disconnectin' myself Took a lil' time away for my own mental health They want me switchin' up the topic, I don't know nothin' else 'Cause that chip-chip slide, get what you want off the shelf The last beef I really had, them niggas had to get an autopsy