Second Lines Come with Broken Souls - $uicideboy$

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