2nd Hand

[Intro]
Yeah
Fuck it, fuck it
I know you love it
Uh huh, thuggin', thuggin'
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Product of my environment, irises always bloodshot
Criminal thoughts when it's night time, ain't in my right mind
Live off impulse
Them decisions can lead to bids, though
Made mental notes
Watch you closely, I know your motives
My GMC on E, still push it like it's a Rover
Like Santorini, Greece to a tourist, my flow gorgeous
My story get way too tragic
That I don't rap it half the time
'Cause I don't know how you'll handle that
Persistent with the hits, gifted with Mickey Mantle's bat
My manager scope out for cameras when I sip Cognac
Won't take a chance
One liquor get me loose, could lose what I took every chance to do
And all them interviews really can start the end of you
The ones who ain't gotta hustle be postin' pics where they drugs be
Andreas, bitches love me from New York City to London
The city tried to stunt my growth
My momma said the older you get, the quicker time go

[Chorus]
Can't even tell me why you frontin'
Turn nothing into something, aw man
Catch you out in public, fall back
Pass you in a Cutlass, aw man
And get you high off contact, yeah
Too late for you to call back, aw man
Bitch you know I'm off that, aw yeah
Turn nothing into something
And when I touch that money, swear it get me high off contact, yeah

[Verse 2]
Stay in your lane, or get your car jacked
When you wish to speak on my name, make sure it's all facts
Lately been gettin' cheddar
But feel pressure when my girl try on Giuseppes like I gotta get rich
Ayo, I'm Hilfiger down to my dick
Might double check you, 'cause some friends turn enemies quick
End of a sentence is the only time I don't get the pussy thrown
From hoes who said I wouldn't blow
Gotta question, baby, like

[Chorus]
Tell me why you frontin'
Turn nothing into something, aw man
Catch you out in public, fall back
Pass you in a Cutlass, aw man
And get you high off contact, yeah
Too late for you to call back, aw man
Bitch you know I'm off that, aw yeah
Turn nothing into something, aw man
And when I touch that money, swear it get me high off contact, yeah
Too late for you to call back, aw man
Bitch you know I'm off that, aw yeah
Turn nothing into something
And when I touch that money, swear it get me high off contact, yeah

[Outro]
I can tell you love it
And I can tell you frontin', uh huh
Who's really out here thuggin', thuggin'
South side of the city, where we hustlin'
And I can tell you love it
And I can tell you frontin', uh huh
Who's really out here thuggin', thuggin'
South side, baby, where we hustlin'