Suicide boys — 2nd Hand

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[Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
 all I see is scrubs
Face mean mugged
On a couple drugs

FTP, my blood

Boy, stay in your lane

[Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
Never high, just maintain

Oil flowing through my veins
Lil Remains, that make that stang

Insane, real blade, swing it through your fucking brain
I said fuck ’em (fuck ’em!)
We got a problem (what?)
Fuck you gonna do with it? (huh?)
I think nada (nah)
Just a persona (okay), and I’m Nirvana (Cobain)

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?)
River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
$lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing

Was Drake’s ‘Views’ Slept On?

[Verse 2: SNOWMANE]

Fuck the fame, fuck a lane
Bitch, I’m ’bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change

Bitch, I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg ’till I say okay
Canine on his hind legs, rippin’ off your face

I’m like, «Fuck the others»
I’ma, bring the ruckus
I might, fuck your bitch
She swears, she suffers under the covers
I’ma, I’ma, I’ma hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die
I’ma sell pounds, sell pounds
Shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound
Shawty wanna cry, I’m like, «Fuck it» every night
Keep turning black, I close my eyes