Oxy Music

I got my hustle dawg I gets my hustle off Oxy contin heroin Craaaaaazy I got my chopper dawg Don't make me chop him off Chop chop chop chop knock him off Blood on the wall death in the air Birds on the ground pistols everywhere Devils in the eyes babies always cry Papa never home fuck it we all alone Tryna get rich? Grab me the beaker i'll measure the white Heat up the water drop it in pot Baking soda and? make it rock Get you a saucer the razor go chop Get you a Glock and invest in a block Set up ya shop dare em to? pop? Fuck? by da cop his ass would shot ya? Satan in your soul let it take control Oxy cotin fiends keep the foil low Let the pill burn inhale exhale it slow Let yo heart explode drop ya to the floor I gets the dough I hustle hard? ain't got shit on moi Green beans 80s fo sure They like what im talkin bout You know what im talkin bout No syringes or nothiin Just heroines cousin smoke mufflers out Only lords knows And only time'll tell Will I got to heaven Or will I burn in hell Music in my mind Vibratin down my spine Travels to my heart Shoulda been here from the start Now I get breath from my audio (?) You know I ain't talkin a xanny bro (Nigga we on it be up by the mornin) You wreck a new bitch wearin panties tho (Threw out my line)Fish up fo sho (Nigga we eatin ya) Ox to know (Put my big boy in her) nebulo There she blows higher power controlin her hustle Keep goin she shittin on niggas excuse all our corners Boss after boss? like we ballin we here for the moment (We gettin this cash) My? be imported my bitch be imported My grind get distorted your life get deported Ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployin Loosin my brain while recordin on