Young Chop - 52 Bars Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1] Body bag, body bag Foe'nem, they don chopped his a** No parole, but the pole I got, they done dropped his a** No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat Coppas on my a** and sh**, ain't do it , innocent n***as 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' sh** Uzi spit, got a deal Coolin with my movie b**h Movie clip, for a op n***a or a goofy b**h Get head from my groupie b**h You wifin hoes, you losin' it Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get scratched, bag, homicide Police said my baby shy Sup 'Lo, before your a** was born I saved a 100 thou Daddy on his savage sh**, 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 b**h we bonding now No ca**, but that mac I got that b**h work condom style I spit crack like Bobby Brown They know I'm a problem child Wifin, we don't do that sh**, that sh** be trifling Cause the same b**h that eat the clit, like she dyking Lovin hoes, but the same b**h we put the pipe in She s**ing dick, the same b**h you give goodnight kiss s**a, yo a** a s**a, 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 sh** [Interlude] 5 (Yea!), 4 (Yea!), 3 (Yea!), 2.. I'm Back In! [Verse 2] My shootas gonna shoot some sh** Ruthless sh** cause we do this sh** Black girls on some spooky sh** Droppin sh**, we go through some sh** Red light, red tape, got couple L on some goofy sh** Goofy n***as claiming sh**, n***as ain't even do this sh** 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 Ma**acre, robbin sh** Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin sh**, no Gucci Mane, n***as know that we cashin' up Twist her with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as f** n***as rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pa** em' up I'm from West Hyde and we g**n When shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways Crangin n***as, police a** n***as call em ranger n***as Free my n***a Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a n***a