Second lines come with broken souls – $uicideboy$

One for the gram
Two for a million
Three for the devil

F*** you
Suck my dick, lil prick
Choppa be off the xan
Rope tied neck boy
Chills boy (Gold)
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, aye
Cut-throat committee, aye
Give it to ‘em raw
Yung Soulja Slim from the dark side
Grey stripes, ay
Turn ‘em to a second line, aye
Hearse boy, hearse boy
Burn your body in the pine, aye

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 hoping, boy?
That we broken boys?
We ain’t open boy, no
Cut-throat
Blood spoke
504 got the furl in my pocket
Yo’ bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet
So I flaked on her
Told me
“Meet me by the lake”
Yeah that’s where I stay
Come and blow me like grenades