Lil Durk – 52 Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics

52 Bars, Pt. 2

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"52 Bars, Pt. 2." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:28 pm

Album: Signed to the Streets

Track No: 14

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 let's get it
Body bag, body bag
Foenem, 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 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 **** 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 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, them the same bitches we put the pipe in
She suckin' dick, that's 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
Five, let's get it, yeah
Four, yeah, let's get it
Three, yeah
Two, one
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
Let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelin' good
Fuck 'em

Writer(s): Lil Durk.

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