Autopsy

[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