Lil Durk – 52 Barz Lyrics

52 Barz

Lil Durk

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"52 Barz." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:27 pm

Album: Life Ain't No Joke

Track No: 01

Dirty thirties with .30's
Dirty ****, we dirty
I got my shooters, they shootin'
We show them **** no mercy
From the pot to the block
From the block to the lot
I gotta duck from the opps
They be too cool with the cops
See, my life like a movie
I caught a case for the tooly
The judge givin' out ten
I ain't scared, I do it
So if a **** run up on me
I react with the Uzi
If a **** run up on me
I react with the Uzi (This Chicago, ****)
Son needed his daddy
I still need him right now
He doin' life in the fed
Need that appeal right now
I catch a body, I'm gone
I'm dippin' right outta town
I see the scout who told
He's gettin' peeled right down
L's up till I die
Blood, sweat, and some tears
Def Jam, they signed me
Complete my dream as a kid
Got locked up, told my celly
He thinkin' life was a gig
Tell 'em all I'm on TV
MTV, I'm the shit
I hit a stain on some bricks
I can't look back, I'm ahead
I can't look back on this bread
I guess disease is to red
One did it and spread
Where I be 64
All that ridin' is dead
I put nine in his head
Lil' Rock snatched for attempt
Lawyer money, I got him
If he can't hold that weight
He best believe I'ma spot him
I can't sit in the streets
And let my real **** rottin'
All black like I'm Bruce
So who you think that was Robin?
And they dropped my advance
I'ma cop me up six
I'ma carry your fans
And I'ma cop me a Benz
I got Tommy's and Mac's
.40 cals, Glock 10's
Mama told me you would make it
But you can't get it in
I'm a trapper to rapper
Real **** from actors
Same people was fans
They used to say ain't a factor
I'm on top of the city
So them rumors ain't matter
8 balls the size of baseballs
In the field, I'm a batter
A **** tried to kill me dead
Opps tried to reel me in
Like the Cubs in '79
Them **** won't win again
Judge told me eye to eye
PD ridin' on her end
Get caught with another slammer
They say they first offer ten
I can't change up like a penny
I want head just like a penny
You won't catch me in the telly
Catch me in back of the Bentley
**** know I'm nailin' shit
**** know we killin' shit
I don't really give a fuck
All my ****, we be in it
We be thirty deep
At least thirty of us pulled up
Takin' risks
And I hope to see my baby growin' up
Russian roulette in the streets
Life is all about luck
Pussy, money, weed, loyalty
Trust is what a **** lust
I'ma, I'm packin' like a Green Bay Packer
All white Challenger, Saltine cracker
Free all of my ****, doin' more than three calendars
Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up 'cause I ain't answer 'em
Can't snitch, ain't a bone in my body say bitch
I can't switch, half them shooters ain't shootin', they fakin'
I'm savage, my teacher always told me I ain't average
They say Lil Durk, he'll shoot, I remind them of the Mavericks
Let's get it

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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