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 iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Uh, it's a bag on they head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line

Fuck a hater 'cause that iron will get your mind right
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
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real move
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more
I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho
Let the brass play
How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place
Lil' boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another Drac'
Nigga know they play with me, they see a early grave

Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Uh, it's a bag on they head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line

We gon' bring the chops out every time the drop out
Heard I had a ticket on his head, that nigga copped out
Bad bitch in my DM, would've fucked her but she opped out
Can't play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college dropout
I pop pills, I'm a Perculator
And you ain't gangster, blame your mama 'cause she raised a faker
A hunnid rounds, I catch you more times than the fuckin' Lakers
The judge labeled a menace, I ain't even stable
Rock you like a cradle, nigga

Yeah
Fuck his family, let him second line
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a Drac' in mine
I'ma put that iron on whoever ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red
Uh, it's a bag on they head
Pussy, you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine
Huh, fuck them niggas, make 'em second line

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)