52 Bars Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, cha-po

Ayy, bitch I'ma stepper told my brother load up 52

We don't need a hundred, only need one to finish you

Even in the jail, a nigga steppin' in a tennis shoe

Fuck about a Glock, I'm finna pop him with a one and two

And niggas talkin' big, gangsta on the internet

Bitch, I'm really bout it, I ain't even gettin' into that

Forty on my hip a put a nigga where his kin is at

Hollow tip a smash a nigga, head where the cement is at

Niggas on some ill shit, think I'm finna spill shit

How the fuck you shoot a hundred pussy and you still miss

Niggas on some drill shit, think I'm finna kill shit

I could do it blind, give me the nine and I'ma still hit it

Ayy, where my hittas at? Aint for the chitter chat

You gotta stick well i got niggas with a bigger bat

Ayy, where the liqour at? I need a sip of that

Fuck about a op, you need a shot then get a hit of that

Pull up on a block he need to cop like where the midget at

I be smokin' gas up out the ass like I be shittin' pack

I was skippin' class without a pass cause I was gettin' that

Money nigga, fuck you thought it's funny, nigga

Give your bitch the D and now her day is lookin' sunny nigga

I just caught the flu because my pocket gettin' runny nigga

Fatter than a chubby nigga, you a teletubby nigga

Put him in a box, like he a kid, you need a cubby nigga

Fuck