Autopsy lyrics

[Intro]
And we smokin' opp pack, we gon' turn him to some zaza
Real popstar, man, I feel like Lady Gaga (BNYX)
Ayo, Ian

[Verse]
Uh (Yeah), I'ma take it to the D
Xanny help me fall asleep (Sleep)
I'ma throw that b*tch in deep (Deep)
I been smokin' on this za (Za)
I need fifteen for a G
Loud pack in the air (Yeah), I can't even hear me think
Nah, we ain't playin' fair, tell that n*gga, "Check the score" (Go)
I got numbers on the board (Go)
I got n*ggas like a whore (Go)
I don't wanna see you breathin', I'ma kill you at the morgue (Yeah)
I'ma be the postman (Yeah, yeah), I'ma see you at the door (Ha)
I need money on me now (Now), I will never come up short (No)
Even though I'm from the South (Yeah), I'ma takе it to the North
And we got a hundred rounds (Huh), wе gon' shoot 'em out the Porsche
My lil' n*gga thirteen (Yeah), already jumped up off the porch
I'ma stay on Bouldercrest (Yeah), but I got hoes in every state
I'm getting money every way (Ha), I sh*t on n*ggas every day
My accountant said I'm countin' up, I'm countin' up the cake
And it's f*ck a nine to five, to the bank, I'm never late (Ha)
And you know I watch my step, b*tch, I'm never trippin' (Nah)
It don't matter what I rep, my lil' brother Crippin' (Yeah)
How the f*ck that boy my son? I ain't got no children (Uh-uh)
I got Dior across my chest, but I am not no Christian (Uh-uh)
My brother livin' in Atlanta, he from Michigan (Yeah)
My n*gga play for Alabama, we gon' win again (Facts)
He sendin' shots right at my name but he ain't sendin' sh*t (Dummy)
b*tch, it's my last name, for real, I want them Benjamins (Dummy)
I ain't have it on me then, I got my sh*t today (Okay)
We gon' run inside your hood and we gon' renovate (Okay)
I'ma put your main b*tch on my dinner plate (Okay)
Why he actin' like he tough? We gon' get him straight (Okay)
I got n*ggas in Orlando, they got mad ammo (Okay)
I got soldiers, they be lurkin', they got mad camo (Okay)
n*ggas jealous, man, I learned it from the Santana (Yeah)
I just wiped off my bullets with my bandana (b*tch)
Hol' up, wait a minute (Woah)
Y'all thought I was finished? (Why?)
When I got that new M3, y'all thought it was rented (How?)
Flexin' on these n*ggas, feel like Popeye on his spinach (Okay)
I feel like I'm Neo in the Matrix, b*tch, I'm in it (b*tch)
Model X, and you know it came windows tinted (b*tch)
Yeah, designer sex, put you in Chanel when I'm finished (b*tch)
When I talk to God, girl, you know I pray for forgiveness (b*tch)
I done done wrong, when I said I'm sorry, girl, I meant it (b*tch)
Yeah, why would I stop goin' hard? I'm on top (Why?)
Yeah, designer my socks, it be Gucci when I walk (Okay)
I done fell in love with money, I won't fall in love with thots (Uh-uh)
I can't fall in love with you, you think you bougie when you not (Yeah)
And she hate my attitude, she be sayin' that I'm c*cky (Ah)
I'll kill my own family, I feel like I was Sasuke (Ah)
And I promise he gon' die if he ever try to rob me (Ah)
We gon' do that boy wrong, we gon' give an autopsy (Yeah)