2nd Hand

All I see is scrubs (Grey59) Face mean-mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with Migo Plug FTP, my blood Grey the fucking 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 stang 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 (Nah) Just a persona (Fugazi), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (What?) River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen $lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing 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 blamin' it on Yung Plague Bitch, I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face All I gotta say is G59 until the grave One color, two numbers Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder I'm like, "Fuck the others" I'ma, bring the ruckus I might, fuck your bitch She swears, she suffers under the covers I'm a, I'm a, I'm a 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