Alien Autopsy lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little b*tch, drip that b*tch in Versace (Woah, Versace)
I just put that b*tch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that sh*t but, pus*y, you's a nobody (You's a nobody, yeah)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Find 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 f*ckin' 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 b*tch
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 di*ks, I'm tryna kill 'em in 3D
They want all these handouts, I can't help all these Lindseys
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 b*tch on pure timin' (Pure timin')
Caught a hit, toe-tag, that's a autopsy (Autopsy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little b*tch, drip that b*tch in Versace (Woah, Versace)
I just put that b*tch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that sh*t but, pus*y, you's a nobody (You's a nobody, yeah)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Find 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, okay)
Got on moonboots (Bih), and some Gucci socks (Ooh)
This how molly talk, this how molly (This how molly), yeah (Ooh)
I got shawtys with me (Yeah, hold up)
They like Carti (Ooh)
I'm tryna f*ck this b*tch right here, until the morning
Shawty gon' f*ck on me, yeah, hol' up
She on that molly, yeah
I'm tryna go in, hoe, I'm sorry

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, huh
Inside of the coupe, alien autopsy (Yeah, autopsy)
Bad little b*tch, drip that b*tch in Versace (Woah, Versace)
I just put that b*tch in some Armani (In some Armani, yeah)
Talk that sh*t but, pus*y, you's a nobody (You's a nobody, yeah)
I'ma put 14 bullet holes in your body (Up in your body)
Yeah, they ain't gon' never find your body (Find 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