52 Bars, Pt. 2

Young Chop on the Beat

Woo

Cookboy, baby

Yeah, they told me come back on another bars, you hear me?

I'ma do it though

This ain't 52 but it's bars scat

Body bag, body bag

Foe'nem, they done 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

**** know my resume, 30 poppa Bebe kid

You don't know who Bay Bay is 4 six, Woodlawn

OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit

Uzi spit, got a deal

Coolin' with my movie bitch

Movie clip, for a opp **** 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 said my baby shy

Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I seen 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 triflin'

'Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dykin'

Lovin' hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in

She suckin' 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, scat shit

5 (Scat) (Yeah), 4 (Yeah) (Scat), 3 (Yeah), 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 couple Ls on some goofy shit

Goofy **** claiming shit, **** 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 bat at a tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee

Massacre, robbin' shit

Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin' shit, no Gucci man, **** know that we cashin' up

Twister with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as fuck

**** rapped a life time, who'd ever thought I'd pass em' up

I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang

When shorty be postin' in cuts in them gangways

Crangin' ****, police ass **** call em ranger ****

Free my **** Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a ****

Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Feelin' good

Fuck 'em