2nd hand

2nd hand Grey Five Nine All I see is scrubs Face mean mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with Migo Plug FTP my blood Grey the fuc*** 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 fuc*** brain I said f*** 'em (fuck 'em) We got a problem (what?) F*** 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 All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape Bitch it's FTP all fuc*** day, all y'all look the fuc*** same F*** the fame, f*** 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 F*** the others I'ma (fuck the others I'ma) Bring the ruckus I might F*** 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 f*** it every night Keep turning black—I close my eyes