Lil Durk - 52 Bars Part 2 lyrics

Young Chop on the beat yeah
They told to come back on another bars
You hear me? I'ma do it though
This ain't 52, but it's bars
Bow (Let's get it) bow (Let's get it)
Bow

Body bag, body bag
Foe'nem, they done chopped his ass
No parole, but the pole I got
It done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it
Innocent
Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid
You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn
OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
Uzi spit, got a deal
Coolin' with my movie bitch
Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch
Get head from my groupie bitch
You wifin' hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminium, you would
Get stretched, bag, homicide
Police at my baby shower sup 'Lo
Before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou
DeDe on his savage shit
You know that boy be wildin' out
You know I bring savage out
Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out
Drama life
But my whole family told me to calm it down
Bro'nem gotta be bonding out
Now me and my bitch we bonding now
No cass, but that MAC I got
That bitch work condom style
I spit crack like Bobby Brown
They know I'm a problem child
Wifi'n, we don't do that shit
That shit be trifling
'Cause the same bitch that eat the clit
Like she dyking lovin' hoes
But the same bitch we put the pipe in
She sucking dick
That's same bitch you give goodnight kiss
Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman
If I can't make you dance I bet that Uzi can
Backflip, if you front your move
When that MAC spit
All I know is drill, drill
Drill on my Pac shit

5 (yeah) , 4 (yeah) , 3 (yeah) , 2
I'm back In! 1

My shootas gonna shoot some shit
Ruthless shit 'cause we do this shit
Black girls on some spooky shit
Droppin' shit, we go through some shit
Red light, red tape
Caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
Goofy niggas claiming shit
Niggas ain't even do this shit
OTF, 300, 3Hunna, no, that be GBE
Body count with the opps
We on the top 'cause we stay in the lead
Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul
My Clippers give him 3
You betta at Tennessee
I ain't talking Tennessee
Massacre, robbin' shit
Masked up like I'm Dracula
Mobbin' shit, no Gucci Mane
Niggas know that we cashin' up
Twister with the blicky
It's black and it spins fast as fuck
Niggas rapped a life time
Who'd ever thought I'd pass em' up
I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang
Where shorty be posted in
Cuts in them gangways crangin' niggas
Police ass niggas call 'em ranger niggas
Free my nigga Richie Rich
He be so quick to change a nigga

Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh feelin' good
Fuck 'em