52 Bars Lyrics

Uh Uh

Let's get it

Mm mmm mm mm

Known to pop my shit regardless in the street or in the booth

I don't diss no enemies but they envy me to tell the truth

The fact that I'm about my business and get women they got to salute

Cherish all my babies Gangster Daddy Know I'm living proof

Stepping like I'm Durk so you can't run when we come and shoot

Bet them bullets hurt now you look dumb in that casket suit

Put my faith in god and this gun I'll let the pastor shoot

Back to the lab perfect my craft that's what a master do

Smoke with me ask your Bitch cause you don't want no smoke with me

Tote with me only way I'll know you really gone blow for me

Don't put him in that position if he ain't with it how it's supposed to be

Got it done the hard way sad to say they still ain't notice me

Rapping really easy i just treat like it's poetry

Poetic Justice couldn't even match this flow of me

Trying to get it popping everywhere I go they notice me

L's Boy Wan Yeah You Know It's Wan on the beat

Talking too much shit dog go wash your ass and brush your teeth

Knock a base or knock a beat you still will get knocked off your feet

She can't get my chips I had to tell that bitch this Nacho Cheese

Can't fall for the look dogs I promise that the bitch a leech

Know he did some fucked up shit and till this day we barely speak

Niggas stars behind a mask they remind me of hatching Pete

Verse after verse I'm going bar for bar without a feature

Stayed in school and still tote a tool I listened to my teachers

School was the place to graduate it was smooth as peaches

School full of hallway goons who would think they beefing

Catch me on the block at 8 o'clock if you want a beating

Cleo mentality I'll set it off like Queen Latifah

Fly nigga fly now you soaring high just like a eagle

Should've got down you know the rest shout-out to Beanie Siegel

Now you sleeping with fishes we gone call you bottom feeder

Like my cousin Nate if you need me then you can hit my beeper

Feeling like I'm Bieber with the snow I'm messing with Selena

Call my pistol rondo I ain't grow up really saying Nina

Grew up round some dealers as kid I used to love the beamers

Gold chains and cheetah print they walking round with jungle fever

Life was looking good but the streets never reveal the secret

Be your closest man behind the plan that have you rest in pieces

Same nigga who shook your hand addicted to the drug of evil

Honestly don't really know what's wrong with people

I Just try to keep my head high for Nami & Eva

K3 know the vibes one day he gone have to run the kingdom

Getting off my ankle for the game like I'm Brandon Ingram

Watching Forrest Gump and smoking runts for no fucking reason

She can't have my babies leave her hot she try to steal my semen

Might be known to break a heart but I can't never break a promise

Hiding thug shit y'all hide kids like they name Adonis

Getting to my bucks with my team I really feel like Giannis

City on fire Like Pop rocks Bitch I'm really popping

L's Boy Wan on the beat and who can fucking stop me

Call it self confidence but some people would call it cocky

Don't matter if your punches hard I still will stand tall like rocky