52 Bars Pt 2 - Lil Durk

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