Lil Durk — 52 Bars Part 2

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] Body bag, body bag Foe'nem, they don 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 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, 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 [Interlude] 5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2.. I'm Back In! [Verse 2] 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 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 [Outro] Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's get it) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Feelin' good Fuck 'em