Second Line

Yeah, fuck his family, let him second line

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

I'm in my bag, ****, plus, I got a Drake in mine

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

Yeah, I'ma paint the city red

Yeah, it's a bag on they head

Pussy, you got dead ****, don't be dissin' mine

Huh, fuck them ****, make 'em second line

Fuck a hater 'cause that iron'll get your mind right

Drop the bag, but I'ma ride to make sure that it's done right

Still thuggin', still postin' in a cut

I just spun the block, bitch, that was us

Hit 'em in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do

Catch 'em down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move

Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me on more

I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the honcho

Let the brass play

How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place?

Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drake

**** know they play with me, they see an early grave

Yeah, fuck his family, let him second line

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

I'm in my bag, ****, plus, I got a Drake in mine

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

Yeah, I'ma paint the city red

Yeah, it's a bag on they head

Pussy, you got dead ****, don't be dissin' mine

Huh, fuck them ****, make 'em second line

We gon' bring the chops out, every time the drop out

Heard I had a ticket on his head, that **** copped out

Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her, but she opped out

Can't play me like I'm dumb, ho, I'm a college drop-out

I pop pills, I'm a percolator

And you ain't gangsta, blame yo' mama 'cause she raised a faker

A hundred rounds, I crushed you more times than the fucking Lakers

The judge labeled me a menace, I ain't even stable

Rock you like a cradle, ****

Yeah, fuck his family, let him second line

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

I'm in my bag, ****, plus, I got a Drake in mine

I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine

Yeah, I'ma paint the city red

Yeah, it's a bag on they head

Pussy, you got dead ****, don't be dissin' mine

Huh, fuck them ****, make 'em second line