Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Second Line , by - Fredo Bang. Release date: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Second Line |
| 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) |