2nd Hand

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

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 (Fugazi) 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

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