Second Line
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line (baow)
Fuck a hater, 'cause that iron'll get your mind right
Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right
Still thuggin', still posted in the cut (yee)
I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah
Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do (yeah, yeah)
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real mood (yeah, yeah)
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more (one more)
I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho
Let the bands play (yee)
How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place? (yeah)
Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac'
Nigga know they play with me they see an early grave (baow, baow, baow, grrrrah)
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch, uh)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line (baow, baow, baow)
We gon' bring the chops out (yeah)
Then it turn to drop off (yeah, yeah)
Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out
Bad bitch in my DM, woulda fucked her but she opp'd out
Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college drop out
I pop pills, I'm a Perculator (yee)
And you ain't gangsta, blame our momma 'cause she raised a faker
A hunnid rounds'll cross you more times than the fuckin' Lakers (baow, baow, baow)
The judge labeled me a menace, I ain't even stable
Rock you like a cradle, nigga
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line (baow)
Fuck a hater, 'cause that iron'll get your mind right
Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right
Still thuggin', still posted in the cut (yee)
I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah
Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do (yeah, yeah)
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real mood (yeah, yeah)
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more (one more)
I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho
Let the bands play (yee)
How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place? (yeah)
Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac'
Nigga know they play with me they see an early grave (baow, baow, baow, grrrrah)
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch, uh)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line (baow, baow, baow)
We gon' bring the chops out (yeah)
Then it turn to drop off (yeah, yeah)
Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out
Bad bitch in my DM, woulda fucked her but she opp'd out
Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college drop out
I pop pills, I'm a Perculator (yee)
And you ain't gangsta, blame our momma 'cause she raised a faker
A hunnid rounds'll cross you more times than the fuckin' Lakers (baow, baow, baow)
The judge labeled me a menace, I ain't even stable
Rock you like a cradle, nigga
Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (red)
Aye, it's a bag on they head
Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (bitch)
Huh, fuck them niggas make 'em second line
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant, Norman Payne, Glen Andrews, Tyrus Chapman
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