Second Line

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (HardBody) [Chorus] Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) [Verse 1] Fuck a hater, cross the line, and get your mind wiped 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 (Yeah, yeah) Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real mood (Yeah, yeah) Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more (One more) I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho Let the bands play (Woo) How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place? (Yeah) Lil boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another drac' Niggas know they play me, they see an early grave (Baow, baow, baow, grrrrah) [Chorus] Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) [Verse 2] We gon' bring the chops out Every time the drop ball (Yeah, yeah) I hear a tickin' on his head, that nigga a cop though Bad bitch in my DM, wanna fuck her but she opt out They play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college drop out I pop pills, I'm a Perculator (Woo) And you ain't gangsta, blood, your momma cuz she raised a faker A hunnid rounds, I crossed your more times than the fuckin' Lakers (Baow, baow, baow) The judge labeled me a menace, I ain't even stable Rock you like a traitor, nigga [Chorus] Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) [Outro] (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (HardBody)