Second Line chords and lyrics - FREDO BANG

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[Intro 1]
[Dm][Am][Dm]

[Verse 1]
(Ain't that DJ [Dm]Chose
over [Am]there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
[Dm](Hardbody) Yeah[Am][Dm]
[Am]Fuck his family, let him second line
[Dm]I'ma put that iron [Am]on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
[Dm]I'm in my bag, nigga,
[Am]plus I got a Drac' in mine
[Dm]I'ma put that iron on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma [Am]paint the city [Dm]red
Uh, [Am]it's a bag on they [Dm]head
Pussy, you got dead [Am]niggas,
don't be [Dm]dissin' mine
Huh, fuck them niggas,
make 'em second line

[Verse 2]
Fuck a hater 'cause that [Am]iron
will get your mind right
[Dm]Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride
[Am]to make sure that it's done right
[Dm]Still thuggin'[C], still post[Am]ed in the [Dm]cut
I just [Am]bought the block,
bitch that was us, yeah
[Dm]Hit him in his leg,
have him [Am]walkin' like a pimp do
[Dm]Catch him down bad,
[C]then I'm [Am]goin' with my real move
[Dm]Know that I be plottin',
I been [Am]itchin' for me one more
[Dm]I just snapped his partner,
[C]now I'm lookin' [Am]for [Dm]the huncho
Let the brass [Am]play
How the fuck I end [Dm]up first,
I was in last [Am]place
Lil' boy, I hopped out of [Dm]jail
and bought [Am]another Drac'
Nigga know they play with [Dm]me,
they see a early grave
[Am]

[Verse 3]
[Dm]
Yeah
[Am]Fuck his family, let him second line
[Dm]I'ma put that iron [Am]on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
[Dm]I'm in my bag, nigga[Am],
plus I got a Drac' in mine
[Dm]I'ma put that iron on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, [Am]I'ma paint the city [Dm]red
[Am]Uh, it's a bag on they [Dm]head
Pussy, you got dead [Am]niggas,
don't be [Dm]dissin' mine
Huh, fuck them niggas,

[Verse 4]
make 'em second line
[Dm]We gon' bring the chops out
[Am]every time the drop out
[Dm]Heard I had a ticket on his [Am]head,
that nigga copped out
[Dm]Bad bitch in my [C]DM, would've
[Am]fucked her but she opped out
Can't [Dm]play me like I'm dumb,
[C]hoe, [Am]I'm a college dropout
I pop [Dm]pills, I'm [Am]a Perculator
And you ain't gangster,
blame your [Dm]mama 'cause she raised a [Am]faker
A hunnid rounds,
I catch you [Dm]more times than the fuckin' [C]Lakers
[Am]The judge labeled a mena[Dm]ce,
I ain't even stable
[Am]Rock you like a cradle, [Dm]nigga
Yeah [Am]Fuck his

[Verse 5]
family, let him second line
[Dm]I'ma put that iron [Am]on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
[Dm]I'm in my bag, nigga,
[Am]plus I got a Drac' in mine
[Dm]I'ma put that iron on whoever
ain't respectin' mine
Yeah, I'ma [Am]paint the city [Dm]red
Uh, it's [Am]a bag on they [Dm]head
Pussy, you got dead [Am]niggas,
don't be [Dm]dissin' mine
Huh, [C]fuck them [Am]niggas,

[Verse 6]
make 'em second line
[Dm](Ain't that DJ Chose
[Am]over [Dm]there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)

[Outro 1]
(Hardbody)
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm]