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Second Line
8,246
Hip-Hop/Rap
Second Line was released on September 25, 2020 by Se Lavi Productions, Inc./Def Jam as a part of the album In The Name Of Gee
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2020
LabelSe Lavi Productions, Inc./Def Jam
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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

Lyrics

[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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