Second Lines Come with Broken Souls

One for the glam
Two for a million
Three for the devil

Fuck you, suck my dick, lil' prick
Chopper be off the xan
Rope tied neck, boy, chills, boy (gold)

Gold grill, dope, boy, no limits to my city
'Bout it, 'bout it, born dead
Drug fiend, skinny gritty
Face tatted, might be strapped
Savage, savage, semi, semi, ay

Cutthroat, committed, ay
Give it to 'em raw
Young soldier, slim from the dark side
Grey stripes, ay
Turn 'em to a second line, ay
Hearse, boy, hearse, boy
Burn your body in the pine, ay

It's that former broke boy
Breakin' even in the 7th ward with bag of dope, boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the morning
Got me choking, boy
Whatchu hopin', boy?
That we broken boys? We ain't open, boy, no

Cutthroat, blood spoke
504, got the furl in my pocket
Your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet, so I flaked on her
Told her to meet me by the lake
Yeah, that's where I stay
Come and blow me like grenades



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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