Second Lines Come With Broken Souls Lyrics

[Intro: HEARSE BOY]
One for the gram
(Anyone got a cigarette?)
Two for a million
(American spirits)
Three for the devil
(Them bitches keep burnin')

[Verse 1: HEARSE BOY]
f*ck 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, ayy
Cut Throat committee, ayy
Give it to 'em raw
Yung Soulja Slim from the dark side, grey stripes, ayy Turn 'em to a second line, ayy
Hearse boy, hearse boy, burn your body in the pine, ayy

[Verse 2: CHOKING BOY]
It's that former broke boy breakin' even in the 7th Ward
With bag of dope, boy
Hope the smoke will clear out by the mornin'
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
Yo' bitch stay in my motherf*cking 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

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