​fairytale lyrics

[Intro]
To make any kinda of sense
I need to go back three years, back to where the pain started
Crusafix

[Verse 1: 1crusafix]
They say where you been? Where you at? I've been ghosting
Grab the blade and cut him up, now his body's open
Put it to his head-head-head, now he hopeless
Claiming that it's yours, oh my God, I think, I stole it
I'm a wizard in a fairy-tale
If you want him dead, I'll grant a wish just like a wishing well
Now he on his death bed looking very pale
Now I'm screamin' on the headset, go to hell

[Chorus: 1crusafix]
Lotta dots inside my money like it's Morse codе
Wanna clone me, swear to God you arе my echo
Buying, uh-uh-uh, on buy it on da silk road
Talking tough, p*ss up on his gravestone
Lotta dots inside my money like it's Morse code
Wanna clone me, swear to God you are my echo
Buying, uh-uh-uh, on buy it on da silk road
Talking tough, p*ss up on his gravestone

[Verse 2: trustt]
"Ima put the metal to your f*ckin' head"
No the f*ck you ain't, I can put your ass to bed
Oh no, smoked a gram, I think I'm outta breath
Tryna play with me, Ima cross you like a check (Mark)
Down, Ima put him at half price
When you wanna talk to me, you gon' have to roll the dice
'Cause I might not f*ck with you (trustt)
'Cause I might not f*ck with you
[Chorus: 1crusafix & trustt]
Lotta dots inside my money, like it's Morse code
Wanna clone me, swear to God you are my echo
Buying, uh-uh-uh, on buy it on da silk road
Talking tough, p*ss up on his gravestone
Lotta dots inside my money, like it's Morse code
Wanna clone me, swear to God you are my echo
Buying, uh-uh-uh, on buy it on da silk road
Talking tough, p*ss up on his gravestone

[Bridge: 1crusafix & trustt]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, gravestone
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, gravestone

[Verse 3: isai]
We shoot him down-o-o, I don't give a f*ck
One shot going in, yeah, he ain't gonna ru–
Choppa, Ima aim in
Bullets gonna pain him
(Uh-uhhh) Yeah, b*tch we getting famous

[Verse 4: c4pri]
(A-a-aye, yeaah) I been in my bag for a minute now
S-say you got that f*ckin' strap, go on pull it out
They be talkin' so much cap, why you run your mouth?
Pull up to his house, yeah, he's goin' down
I'm with roses, yeah, we do not give a f*ck
If you talking, I'm gon' get it back in blood
Run your mouth, I swear to God you gon' get stunned
If you talking, I'm gon' get it back in bloo–