Fredo Bang - Second Line lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Second Line lyrics]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose, HardBody)
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)
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)
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)
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
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)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose, HardBody)
(Look like DJ Chose, HardBody)
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)
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)
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)
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
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)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose, HardBody)