2nd Hand

Grey 59 All I see is scrubs 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 stain Y'all look good in cellophane Mane, insane, real blade Swing it through your fucking brain I said fuck 'em, we got a problem? f******u gonna do with it? I think nada Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) Popping 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 floating 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 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 blaming it on Yung Plague Bitch I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'til I say okay K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face All I gotta say is G59 until the grave One color (one color) Two numbers (two numbers) Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder I'm like fuck the others I'ma Bring the ruckus I might f******ur bitch She swears, she suffers under the covers I'ma-I'ma-I'ma hell hound, 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