52 Bars, Pt. 2

(Young Chop on the beat), woo
(Cook Boy, baby), y-y-yeah
(Chopper has reached critical level, this is an emergency), yeah
They told to come back on another bars, you hear me?
I'ma do it though
This ain't 52, but it's bars, get? (Grrah) (Gangsta Breezy is back)
(Bow), let's get it (bow), let's get it (it's Gangsta Breezy) (bow)

B-B-Body bag, body bag, foe 'nem, they done chopped his ass
No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in the cut were llamas at, copy cat

Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it, innocent
Niggas know my resumé, 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 nigga 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 at my baby shower
Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a nine hundred thou'
DeDe 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 to calm it down
Bro 'nem gotta be bonding out, now 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 trifling
'Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dykin'
Lovin' hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in
She sucking dick, that's 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, let's get it, yeah
(Four), yeah, let's get it
(There), yeah
(Two), I'm back in (one)

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 a couple Ls on some goofy shit
Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain't even do this shit
OTF, three hundred, 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 three
You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee

Massacre, robbin' shit, masked up like I'm Dracula
Mobbin' shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up
Twister with the blicky, it's black, and it spins fast as fuck
Niggas rapped a lifetime, who'd ever thought I'd pass 'em up
I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang
Where shorty be posted in cuts in them gangways
Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call 'em ranger niggas
Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga

Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah (let's get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Feelin' good (let's get it)
Fuck 'em!