What's 52 Lyrics

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With that glock in my hand, bitch i know how to shoot

Im spittin bars but its not 52

Got a drum on this bitch, bet its knockin the roof

Got the pounds of the pressure, this shit really boof

Got ya bitch in the back and she giving me tooth

Chahova, im really spittin the truth

I was whippin a Hyundai, im grabbin a coupe

I been getting the money, im off of a duece

Gotta bad lil bitch wanna sleep on the phone

If you not a comma then leave me alone

I like Maison Margiela, Giuseppe, V-Lone

You fuckin' on Rhonda ,I'm fuckin' Simone

We was stuffin' the pressure inside of a cone

Got a bro tryna line em up just like a drone

I been doggin' this bitch and I like when she moan

Bitch, don't leave a message right after the tone

I got that shit comin' in for the low

I call up the plug and he send me the load

Fucked up too many racks now I'm back in the mode

Imma bubba the kush, not Colombian gold

You was smokin' on huff like the bitches don't know

She smokin' za every time that she with me

I'm abusin' the trap, this ain't Bobby and Whitney

Fuck running a 60, im shootin a 50

This bitch get to dumping, the bass get to knocking

We don't aim at the leg, we gon aim at the noggin

I'm a DMV nigga, you niggas be flaggin

With a bat on the hip, I be lookin' like Robin

With a bat on the hip, I'ma pull up and drop em

I'ma Dennis the Menace, that boy couldn't stop em

I'ma Penis the Venice, these bitches like watch him

She play with the pussy, these bitches like Got him

Fuck that, he was pressin' right after he fucked that

I be different, my bitches gon' suck that

Pop on the scene, I ain't leavin' no suspect

All of her friends gettin' hit, I'ma buss that

I ain't pressed bout a bitch so she upset

I need diamonds, the fuck are the buffs at

Shinny my wrist like the fuck are the cuffs at

I aint talkin bout 12, lil bitch that's enough said

I'm talkin bout retros, I'm talkin' bout forces

I'm eatin' this dinner, got four different courses

I ain't pushin' a whip unless it got some horses

You tryna keep up, but you ain't got resources

By 23, bitch I'm tryna be on the forbes list

I'm 22 now, so I'm takin' the courses

Wan fuck with the gang, you can't have no remorses

Scat pack in the rage and I need me some Porsches

Wait, need to turn it up

Got the Pack and the raws, finna burn it up

He was actin' real hard, he ain't learn enough

Glock get to dumping, I swear it's gon' burn it up

How you swear you a stepper, ain't stern enough

I be pressin' they stomach be turning up

Im in the mix like the butter was churning up

That boy talking crazy, i think that i heard enough

My bro get to smackin, no fuck bout a packin

Bro keepem a weapon, dont think that he lacking

This bitch get to clicking, this bitch get to clacking

Dont call me Poseidon, Ill let off the kraken

Im rolling up za in the back of the car

I'm smokin' on thunder, this shit get to clappin

She suckin' my dick, I been workin' her jaw

This bitch goin' stupid, this bitch get the maxin