Dree The Drummer - More Bars (52 Bars Part 4) lyrics

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Dree The Drummer - More Bars (52 Bars Part 4) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, lets get it, I ain't f**in' around f** these n***as, n***as know how we ridin' Gang, OTF FTO! [Verse 1: Lil Durk] 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 Thirty shots go out [Rrraaa Rrraaa!] Why you hate on me? I taught you n***as how to bag a treat Turn up on these opps then bags some D, n***as woof at me Spreadin' these rumors talkin' 'bout, p**y 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 n***as they one of one n***a ain't no one on one, see them swing, I clutch that drum No one ain't no friend no more, these n***as hoes, these n***as done n***as in my face be like "How you sign yo' deal and sh**? Heard you left yo' block When you made that million quick" I ain't make a million, sh**, 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 n***as soft, p**y fraud Askin' why they took Sheroid Gave an inch they took a yard, Ruler on my hip Beuller in this b**h 'Cept our guns playin' all the music in this b**h Opps be on that Twitter war Stop, you ain't no hitta boy, stop, you ain't no k**a boy All that sh** a gimmick boy, All the opps, they trippin' boy Got the news trendin' boy Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, k**inois 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' sh** 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 n***a lonely [Outro] f** with my n***as man Imma go bar I don't need a hook I started this bar sh**, feel me? Squad, squad

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