Lyrics:

Fucked up in the head they say im a physcho
Put a saw to the k and i make it micro
We gone hop out broad day wit dem fuckin rifles
Bitch im tappin the button this not a typo
And im li mehixo bitch i earn that title
Cold blood on the money not talking gieco
Circle keep gettin small it feels like a cycle
How u step in the field wit no chance survival

“How u rap with oxygen?”
I heard u rat u gone talk to them cops again
We got him laced we put fent in his moxicillin
I pour a duece up inside my nitrogen 
Run off wit yo stick like this not yo gen
Perc inside the sprite like candy drop em in
Flexing on the gram we plan on robbin him
Blitz the crowd shoot up the whole audience
Luh bitch
I was 14 i was dead broke
Now im 20 all i see is dead folks
Bullet grazed my face ts was dead close
Finger on the trigger i wont let go
Come and Kiss my glock lil xo
X bro
Now he dead woe
I got coke for sell 
What u said bro?
I'ma put a bullet in yuh head hoe 
Ima fucking stab him if he said so
Ima make him casper make him dead ghost
Ima make him dead like a red rose
Run down ima put up dead skuls
Yop 
Woe 
Yop 
Woe
Yop
Woe
Yop

fable (14papii)

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