$uicideboy$ - 2nd Hand lyrics

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?
Fuck you gonna do with it?
I think nada
Just a persona
And I'm nirvana
Popping Xans to make you mad, I know you want some

Rolling [7x]
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow floating
River road shawty
Yung Christ, the one chosen
$lick tote the AK47 stolen
Woadie joscin'

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 until I say OK
K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave

1 color, 2 numbers
3 fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
I'm like fuck the others
I'mma bring the ruckus
I might fuck your bitch
She swears she suffers under the covers

I'mma hell hound
Hell bound
Shawty wanna die
I'mma sell pounds, sell pounds
Shawty said she might let them bells pound, bells pounds
Shawty wanna cry
I'm like fuck it
Every night keep turning black
I close my eyes