$UICIDEBOY$ - 2ND HAND (Instrumental Remake) 

Best remake hands down...

Obra de arte⚰️🥀

I miss 2017...

[Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER] Grey*59, all I see is scrubs Face mean mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with Migo plug FTP, my blood Grey the fucking gang Boy, stay in your lane [Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER] Never high, just maintain Hate this fame, hate this game Take these shoes, last a day Oil flowing through my veins Lil Remains, that make that stang Y'all look good in cellophane, mane Insane, real blade, swing it through your fucking brain I said fuck 'em (fuck 'em!) We got a problem (what?) Fuck you gonna do with it? (huh?) I think nada (nah) Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?) River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen $lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing [Verse 2: SNOWMANE] All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape Bitch, it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same Fuck the fame, fuck a lane Bitch, I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change Bring out your dead and blamin' it on Yung Plague Bitch, I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave One color, two numbers Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder I'm like, fuck the others I'ma, bring the ruckus I might, fuck your bitch She swears, she suffers under the covers I'ma, I'ma, I'ma hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds Shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound Shawty wanna cry, I'm like fuck it every night Keep turning black, I close my eyes

This is soo good

Dope beat make by $crim !

damn bro your instrumentals are perfect

What 808 is this bruh ?

Wait were u got that melody from

All I see is scrubs

sikasf

dookie

Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER] Grey*59, all I see is scrubs Face mean mugged On a couple drugs Smoke with Migo plug FTP, my blood Grey the fucking gang Boy, stay in your lane [Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER] Never high, just maintain Hate this fame, hate this game Take these shoes, last a day Oil flowing through my veins Lil Remains, that make that stang Y'all look good in cellophane, mane Insane, real blade, swing it through your fucking brain I said fuck 'em (fuck 'em!) We got a problem (what?) Fuck you gonna do with it? (huh?) I think nada (nah) Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain) Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?) River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen $lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing [Verse 2: SNOWMANE] All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape Bitch, it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same Fuck the fame, fuck a lane Bitch, I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change Bring out your dead and blamin' it on Yung Plague Bitch, I pull up with the K K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave One color, two numbers Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder I'm like, fuck the others I'ma, bring the ruckus I might, fuck your bitch She swears, she suffers under the covers I'ma, I'ma, I'ma hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds Shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound Shawty wanna cry, I'm like fuck it every night Keep turning black, I close my eyes