Second Line - Fredo Bang

Yeah

Fuck this 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 mind

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)

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 (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 got this poppin', 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)

I hopped out of jail and bought another drac'

Niggas know they play me, they see an early grave (Baow, baow, baow, grrrrah)

Yeah

Fuck this 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 mind

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)

We gon' bring the drop top

Reppin' 'til 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 though

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 on me, a menace, I ain’t even stable

Rock you like a, nigga

Yeah

Fuck this 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 mind

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)

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)

(Look like DJ Chose)

(HardBody)