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Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little bitch, drip that bitch in Versace (Yeah, Versace)
I just put that bitch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that shit but, pussy, you's a nobody (You's a nobody)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Your body)
And if they do, it's gon' be hell of a autopsy (Yeah)
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
Huh, woo, huh, woo

[Verse 1: NoCap]
Aw, it's gon' be one hell of a dead body
Like them bullets lost they job, it was shots fired
Ayy, she can't get a ring if she was fuckin' with The Rock
I got my first rap check and spent it on the opps, yeah
Been up three days on Addys, I put on my hood like jackets
I'm happy, I just bought 2K, won't catch me playin' Madden
They say I'm trippin', bought a cup to put some red in it
Amiri' my jeans, they cost a rack, done my legs in
Put a stick up in my pants, I can't fold this bitch
If he play, he goin' under, his life is over with
I'm tellin' you my vision is to put him on TV
Three Glocks, they all got dicks, I'm tryna kill 'em in 3D
They want all these handouts, I can't help all these [?]
I'm on earth, but I bought Audemars


[Verse 2: Sunny 2point0]
Yeah, yeah, started off with a Timex
Rolex now my style, forty thousand for the time check
Yeah, huh, started out with a .38 (.38)
F.N. with a Louis belt, star-ceiling, wait, now I'm in the Wraith
I catch a body, she saw nobody (Nobody)
Saw Audemar her wrist and put her in Armani (Armani)
She ain't even know the time, my bitch on pure timin' (Pure timin')
Caught a hit, toe-tag, that's a autopsy (Autopsy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little bitch, drip that bitch in Versace (Yeah, Versace)
I just put that bitch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that shit but, pussy, you's a nobody (You's a nobody)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Your body)
And if they do, it's gon' be hell of a autopsy (Yeah)
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
Huh, woo, huh, woo

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
(Yeah)
Got on moonboots, and some Gucci socks (Ooh)
This how molly talk, this how molly, yeah (Ooh)
Ain't got shawty with me (Yeah, huh)
They like Carti, I'm tryna fuck these racks up, into the party
Tryna fuck me, yeah, hol' up
On that molly, yeah
I'm tryna go in, I'm outside

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little bitch, drip that bitch in Versace (Yeah, Versace)
I just put that bitch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that shit but, pussy, you's a nobody (You's a nobody)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Your body)
And if they do, it's gon' be hell of a autopsy (Yeah)
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
It's gon' be one hell of a autopsy
Huh, woo, huh, woo

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