Lyrics Second Lines Come with Broken Souls - $uicideboy$

Second Lines Come with Broken Souls

Fuck you
Suck my dick lil prick
Choppa be off the xan
Rope tied neck boy
Chills boy
Gold grill
Dope boy
No limits to my city
Bout it bout it
Born dead
Drug fiend
Skinny gritty
Face tatted
Might be strapped
Savage savage
Semi semi a
Cut throat committee ay
Give it to em raw
Yung soulja slim from the darkside
Grey stripes ay
Turn em to a second line ay
Hearse boy hearse boy
Burn your body in the pine ay
It’s that former broke boy
Breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the morning
Got me choking boy
Whatchu hopin boy?
That we broken boys?
We ain’t open boy, no
Cut throat
Blood spoke
504 got the furl in my pocket
Your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet so I flaked on her
Told her meet me by the lake
Yeah that’s wear I stay
Come and blow me like grenades