2nd Hand (Explicit)
$UICIDEBOY$"2nd Hand (Explicit)" is a song by $UICIDEBOY$, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:51 long and contains 58 lines and 311 words.
Lyrics
0:00Grey five nine
0:01All I see is scrubs
0:03Face mean mugged
0:05On a couple drugs
0:06Smoke with migo plug
0:08FTP my blood
0:10Grey the f**king gang
0:11Boy stay in your lane
0:13Never high just maintain
0:15Hate this fame hate this game
0:16Take these shoes last a day
0:18Oil flowing through my veins
0:20Lil Remains that make that stain
0:21Y'all look good in cellophane
0:23Mane insane real blade
0:25Swing it through your f**king brain
0:27I said f**k f**k
0:28We got a problem wait
0:30F**k you gonna do with it
0:32I think nada nada
0:33Just a persona okay
0:35And I'm Nirvana Cobain
0:37Popping xans to make you mad
0:38I know you want some
0:40Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
0:44Got an ounce of the coke
0:45White snow floating
0:47River road shawty
0:48Yung Christ one chosen
0:50Slick tote the AK 47 stolen woadie jousting
0:54All of y'all are over saturating 'Preme and Bape
0:57B**ch it's FTP all f**king day
0:59All y'all look the f**king same
1:01F**k the fame f**k a lane
1:03B**ch I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth
1:05And scrape the change
1:06Bring out your dead
1:07And blaming it on Yung Plague
1:09B**ch I pull up with the K
1:11K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK
1:14K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
1:18All I gotta say is G59 until the grave
1:22One color one color
1:24Two numbers two numbers
1:26Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
1:28I'm like f**k the others I'mma
1:30F**k the others I'mma
1:31Bring the ruckus I might f**k your b**ch
1:33She swears she suffers under the covers
1:35I'mma I'mma I'mma hellhound
1:38Hell bound shawty wanna die
1:40I'mma sell pounds sell pounds
1:42Shawty said she might
1:44Let them bells pound bells pound
1:46Shawty wanna cry
1:47I'm like f**k it every night
1:49Keep turning black I close my eyes
1:51My eyes my eyes
Grey five nine All I see is scrubs Face mean mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with migo plug FTP my blood Grey the f**king gang Boy stay in your lane Never high just maintain Hate this fame hate this game Take these shoes last a day Oil flowing through my veins Lil Remains that make that stain Y'all look good in cellophane Mane insane real blade Swing it through your f**king brain I said f**k f**k We got a problem wait F**k you gonna do with it I think nada nada Just a persona okay And I'm Nirvana Cobain Popping xans to make you mad I know you want some Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling Got an ounce of the coke White snow floating River road shawty Yung Christ one chosen Slick tote the AK 47 stolen woadie jousting All of y'all are over saturating 'Preme and Bape B**ch it's FTP all f**king day All y'all look the f**king same F**k the fame f**k a lane B**ch I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth And scrape the change Bring out your dead And blaming it on Yung Plague B**ch I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face All I gotta say is G59 until the grave One color one color Two numbers two numbers Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder I'm like f**k the others I'mma F**k the others I'mma Bring the ruckus I might f**k your b**ch She swears she suffers under the covers I'mma I'mma I'mma hellhound Hell bound shawty wanna die I'mma sell pounds sell pounds Shawty said she might Let them bells pound bells pound Shawty wanna cry I'm like f**k it every night Keep turning black I close my eyes My eyes my eyes
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