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Second Line
8170
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Second Line został wydany 25 września 2020 przez Se Lavi Productions, Inc./Def Jam jako część albumu In The Name Of Gee
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Data wydania25 września 2020
WytwórniaSe Lavi Productions, Inc./Def Jam
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM87

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Glen Andrews
Glen Andrews
Songwriter
Tyrus Chapman
Tyrus Chapman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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, ****
[Verse 5]
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
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Glen Andrews, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne, Tyrus Chapman
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