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