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4200hangmann - reapers song lyrics

verse 1:
roll that window down and take another life — i don’t really give a f+ck
i’m just the reaper, give me my scythe
that boy mama gotta say goodbye to her son
he shouldn’t have been doing that twitter talk — now he outlined in that chalk
catch him while he walk — rundown and put a bullet in him
he thought he was invincible
now his mama tryna give the info up; i don’t really give a f+ck, shoot her crib up
this sh+t ain’t no game — i don’t do this sh+t for fame
i don’t really give a f+ck, i might blow my own brains

chorus:
i be in my own head, i be really wanting to be dead
you f+cked me up, i be wishing you was in my bed
i ain’t learn no lesson
they wonder why i keep a wesson up on my hip — i say i gotta k!ll my opps
and that opp might be me
got a 223 ar aimed at his t++th
that boy gotta bleed for all that sh+t he was saying up on the media
verse 2:
b+tch, i’m with my k!llers — we just chasing death
he gon’ take his last breath up on that pavement
b+tch, i ain’t giving no statements
better pay that payment, or they’ll put your face up on that t+shirt
teachers used to f+ck with me — i bet they can’t f+ck with me now
shots coming for your mouth
i don’t really give a f+ck — don’t run up in that house (don’t run up in that house)
don’t run up in that house, i don’t really give a f+ck — kick in that door and knock his head up on the f+cking floor
you a f+cking flunky; i’m gonna be a billionaire by the time i’m 50
50 shots aimed at his f+cking head — that boy should’ve just gave up the bread
i’m with my kenfolk, you ain’t one of ’em
you can’t get in this car on the road to riches
i don’t really give a f+ck, you n+ggas some b+tches
this pole like a hoe — this b+tch blows without giving a kiss
and i bet it won’t miss
my kids gon’ be in that m+th+f+ckin’ cullinan
i want your ass dead, so i spinned 100 times — spin that b+tch like a whirlpool

outro / chorus:
i be in my own head, i be really wanting to be dead
you f+cked me up, i be wishing you was in my bed
i ain’t learn no lesson
they wonder why i keep a wesson up on my hip — i say i gotta k!ll my opps
and that opp might be me
got a 223 ar aimed at his t++th
that boy gotta bleed for all that sh+t he was saying up on the media

- 4200hangmann lyrics

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