Lil Durk - More Bars (52 Bars Part 4) lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Durk - More Bars 52 Bars Part 4 lyrics]
Yeah, lets get it, I ain't fuckin' around
Fuck these niggas, Niggas know how we ridin'
Gang, OTF FTO!
Wuk say he holdin' weight
Call up Twin he hate to wait
Bake 'em with the Eight
Ike wanna bake his face
Shooter ain't no shooters, if
They count they straight, what’s yo count?
Sayin' BDK then watch yo' mouth
Why you hate on me? I taught you
Niggas how to bag a treat
Turn up on these opps then bags some D
Niggas woof at me
Spreadin' these rumors talkin' 'bout
Pussy I don't respond to goofies
Police lookin', pulls a slicky
Murder scenes yo' block like movies
Ain't no robbers in Chicago I never
Seen some boys tote Uzis
Keep my gun, on my son
My niggas they one of one
Nigga ain't no one on one, see them swing
I clutch that drum no one ain't no friend no
More, these niggas hoes, these niggas done
Niggas in my face be like
"How you sign yo' deal and shit?
Heard you left yo' block
When you made that million quick"
I ain't make a million, shit
You woulda seen a million bricks
J-money was torchin' opps
Ahh I hate the streets that took Lil Rob
I just copped a brick of
Hard, These niggas soft, pussy fraud
Askin' why they took Sheroid
Gave an inch they took a yard
Ruler on my hip beuller in this bitch
'Cept our guns playin' all the
Music in this bitch
Opps be on that Twitter war
Stop, you ain't no hitta boy, stop
You ain't no killa boy
All that shit a gimmick boy, All the opps
They trippin' boy got the news trendin' boy
Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois
Autotune my raps now, every show
We strapped now
They crazy, actin' like you bustin'
You get clapped down
Bro dem got that mac now
When we hear that Mac sound
Boomerang van we do a hit
And we come back 'round
All that talk and talkin' shit
Men with that tucked Tony
Two bangin cases on my momma
Imma keep it on me
Gotta watch my back for these snakes
Cause the streets hold 'em
Imma leave 'em in the back, by his self
Then a nigga lonely
Fuck with my niggas man
Imma go bar I don't need a hook
I started this bar shit, feel me?
Squad, squad
Fuck these niggas, Niggas know how we ridin'
Gang, OTF FTO!
Wuk say he holdin' weight
Call up Twin he hate to wait
Bake 'em with the Eight
Ike wanna bake his face
Shooter ain't no shooters, if
They count they straight, what’s yo count?
Sayin' BDK then watch yo' mouth
Why you hate on me? I taught you
Niggas how to bag a treat
Turn up on these opps then bags some D
Niggas woof at me
Spreadin' these rumors talkin' 'bout
Pussy I don't respond to goofies
Police lookin', pulls a slicky
Murder scenes yo' block like movies
Ain't no robbers in Chicago I never
Seen some boys tote Uzis
Keep my gun, on my son
My niggas they one of one
Nigga ain't no one on one, see them swing
I clutch that drum no one ain't no friend no
More, these niggas hoes, these niggas done
Niggas in my face be like
"How you sign yo' deal and shit?
Heard you left yo' block
When you made that million quick"
I ain't make a million, shit
You woulda seen a million bricks
J-money was torchin' opps
Ahh I hate the streets that took Lil Rob
I just copped a brick of
Hard, These niggas soft, pussy fraud
Askin' why they took Sheroid
Gave an inch they took a yard
Ruler on my hip beuller in this bitch
'Cept our guns playin' all the
Music in this bitch
Opps be on that Twitter war
Stop, you ain't no hitta boy, stop
You ain't no killa boy
All that shit a gimmick boy, All the opps
They trippin' boy got the news trendin' boy
Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois
Autotune my raps now, every show
We strapped now
They crazy, actin' like you bustin'
You get clapped down
Bro dem got that mac now
When we hear that Mac sound
Boomerang van we do a hit
And we come back 'round
All that talk and talkin' shit
Men with that tucked Tony
Two bangin cases on my momma
Imma keep it on me
Gotta watch my back for these snakes
Cause the streets hold 'em
Imma leave 'em in the back, by his self
Then a nigga lonely
Fuck with my niggas man
Imma go bar I don't need a hook
I started this bar shit, feel me?
Squad, squad