2nd Hand lyrics

[Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER]

Grey*59, all I see is scrubs

Face mean mugged

On a couple drugs

Smoke with Migo plug

FTP my blood

Grey the fucking gang

Boy, stay in your lane

[Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER]

Never high, just maintain

Hate this fame, hate this game

Take these shoes, last a day

Oil flowing through my veins

Lil Remains, that make that stang

Y'all look good in cellophane, mane

Insane, real blade, swing it through your fucking brain

I said fuck 'em (fuck 'em!)

We got a problem (what?)

Fuck you gonna do with it? (huh?)

I think nada (nah)

Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)

Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?)

River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen

$lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing

[Verse 2: SNOWMANE]

All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape

Bitch, it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same

Fuck the fame, fuck a lane

Bitch, I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change

Bring out your dead and blamin' it on Yung Plague

Bitch, I pull up with the K

K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay

Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face

All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave

One color, two numbers

Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder

I'm like, fuck the others

I'ma, bring the ruckus

I might, fuck your bitch

She swears, she suffers under the covers

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die

I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds

Shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound

Shawty wanna cry, I'm like fuck it every night

Keep turning black, I close my eyes