Second Line

[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)