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2nd Hand - $UICIDEBOY$
Written by：Scott Arceneaux Jr./Aristos Petrou
Producer：Budd Dwyer
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**king 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 f**king brain
I said f**k f**k
We got a problem wait
F**k you gonna do with it
I think nada nada
Just a persona okay
And I'm Nirvana Cobain
Popping xans to make you mad
I know you want some
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
Got an ounce of the coke
White snow floating
River road shawty
Yung Christ one chosen
Slick tote the AK 47 stolen woadie jousting
All of y'all are over saturating 'Preme and Bape
B**ch it's FTP all f**king day
All y'all look the f**king same
F**k the fame f**k a lane
B**ch I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth
And scrape the change
Bring out your dead
And blaming it on Yung Plague
B**ch I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK
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 f**k the others I'mma
F**k the others I'mma
Bring the ruckus I might f**k your b**ch
She swears she suffers under the covers
I'mma I'mma I'mma hellhound
Hell bound shawty wanna die
I'mma sell pounds sell pounds
Shawty said she might
Let them bells pound bells pound
Shawty wanna cry
I'm like f**k it every night
Keep turning black I close my eyes
My eyes my eyes