2nd Hand (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

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[VERSE I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
Grey Five Nine
All I see is scrubs
Face mean mugged
On a couple drugs
Smoke with Migo Plug
FTP my blood
Grey the f*cking 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
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 f*cking brain
I said f*ck 'em, (f*ck em) we got a problem? (what?)
f*ck you gonna do with it? (huh?) I think nada (nada)
Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
Popping xans to make you mad, I know you want some
I said f*ck 'em, (f*ck em) we got a problem? (what?)
Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
Popping xans to make you mad-mad-mad, I know you want some
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Got an ounce coke-coke, white snow flurry (what?)
River road Yung-Yung Christ, one chosen
$lick tote the AK-47 stolen, woadie joscing
[VERSE II: SNOWMANE]
All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
b*tch it's FTP all f*cking day, all y'all look f*cking same
All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
b*tch it's FTP all f*cking day, all y'all f*cking-f*cking same
f*ck the fame, f*ck a lane
b*tch I'm bout to swerve-swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
Bring out your dead and blaming it on Yung Plague
b*tch I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK
Canine on hind-hind, ripping off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
One colour
Two numbers
Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
I'm like
f*ck the others I'ma (f*ck the others I'ma)
Bring the ruckus
I might
f*ck your b*tch
She swears she suffers under the covers
One colour
Two numbers
Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
I'm like
f*ck the others I'ma (f*ck the others I'ma)
Bring the ruckus
I might
f*ck your b*tch
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 might-might
Let them bells pound, bells pound
Shawty wanna cry
I'm like f*ck it every night
Keep turning black, I close my eyes
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