Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 52 Bars Pt 2 , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 01.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
52 Bars Pt 2 |
| Body bag, body bag |
| Foe’nem, they don chopped his ass |
| No parole, but the pole I got, they 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 aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide |
| Police at my baby shower |
| Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 100 thou |
| Daddy 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 and them gotta be bonding out |
| 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 |
| Wifin, 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, the 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 (Yea!), 4 (Yea!), 3 (Yea!), 2. |
| I’m Back In! |
| 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 eva thought I’d pass em' up |
| I’m from West Hyde and we gangbang |
| Where shortys 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 |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Feelin' good |
| Fuck 'em |