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$UICIDEBOY$ – 2ND HAND Lyrics

[Intro: 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 fucking gang
Boy, stay in your lane

[Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
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 (fuck 'em)
We got a problem (what?)
Fuck 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
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?)
River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
Slick tote the AK-47 stolen, woadie joscing

[Verse 2: SNOWMANE]
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 'till I say OK
Canine on his hind legs ripping off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 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 (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 hellhound, 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

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Songwriters: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
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