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 stain
Y'all look good in cellophane
Mane, insane, real blade
Swing it through your fucking brain
I said fuck 'em, we got a problem?
Fuck you gonna do with it? I think nada
Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
Popping 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 floating
River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
Slick 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 blaming it on Yung Plague
Bitch I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg 'til I say okay
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
All I gotta say is G59 until the grave
One color (one color)
Two numbers (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 hell hound, 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
Writer/s: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
