Second Line

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (Hardbody) Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head p***y, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line Fuck a hater 'cause that iron will get your mind right Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right Still thuggin', still posted in the cut I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho 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 Drac' Nigga know they play with me, they see a 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, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head p***y, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line We gon' bring the chops out every time the drop out Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her but she opped out Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college dropout I pop pills, I'm a Perculator And you ain't gangster, blame your mama 'cause she raised a faker A hunnid rounds, I catch you more times than the fuckin' Lakers The judge labeled a menace, I ain't even stable Rock you like a cradle, nigga Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine Yeah, I'ma paint the city red Uh, it's a bag on they head p***y, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (Hardbody) --- Second Line - Fredo Bang