52 Bars
Ha
What
Ok
Ok
T
Uh
52 n it's bars
Let's get it
Uh
Call me a steppa I pull up on them with the mason margila
Leavin you wetta I run up on you for the watch with bezel
Tally Da Bands n we keepin the k incase of vendetta
But it's whateva goofy got smacked he don't want the trouble
Opp watchin got 1 shoota he finna spin the bend
If we fuck up motha fuck we finna spin again
My pockets green goblin old money dead presidents
They tossin that case really don't got no evidence
Pussy be snitchin why he do that in the statement he lyin
Finger be itchin you make the wrong move n I get to fryin
I got the plug with the cable
Hit you with the static no taser
Pipe is a tec the shootin was fatal
I froze my neck flexin a glacier
Hannah she with me I'm juggin the white
First class ticket we bookin the flight
She blinkin I'm blindin my diamonds so bright
We clockin my rollie ain't tickin got bands in the sprite
Duckin the Thot she a nat nat
Stuffin the glock in her handbag
My country similar to Baghdad
Heat at yo crib you do not want that
My brotha no lynch in the field he go beast mode
The cutta gone spit he got lit thru the peep whole
I'mma go in with the glizzy
Up n I blast n it's empty
Yo brotha he better not test me
Draco it came with the titties
He got a gun from the fifties
No match cuz I'm totin the semi
He bleed n I ruin my fendi
No more beef I sent me
Put em to the test don't be nervous
I treat em like a hoe wearin purses
She give me that sloppy that cursive
Nah Ion speak I plead the fifth
He thinkin I'm slippin I pop it
He trippin then dippin not bout it
Turn off that music shit garbage
Talk a lot shit left him on the footbridge
Put you in the blunt that I smoke
500 a zip the pack that I ghost
Empty the shots now he burnt like a hoe
Cease to exist now where did he go
Pussy got hit in the back
Goofy got lit with the strap
He runnin away but I know where he at
We comin to spray we never bust back
Move a few keys did that on the block
Problem with me I spend these knots
Laser on yo face givin out head shots
Crackin yo melon n it leak from the top
Yeah
Boom boom
Pow pow
Ha
Uh
Hit a lick n I'm sparkin his friends
Hit a lick n I'm sparkin his friends
Like that
Uh
Uh uh
What
Ok
Ok
T
Uh
52 n it's bars
Let's get it
Uh
Call me a steppa I pull up on them with the mason margila
Leavin you wetta I run up on you for the watch with bezel
Tally Da Bands n we keepin the k incase of vendetta
But it's whateva goofy got smacked he don't want the trouble
Opp watchin got 1 shoota he finna spin the bend
If we fuck up motha fuck we finna spin again
My pockets green goblin old money dead presidents
They tossin that case really don't got no evidence
Pussy be snitchin why he do that in the statement he lyin
Finger be itchin you make the wrong move n I get to fryin
I got the plug with the cable
Hit you with the static no taser
Pipe is a tec the shootin was fatal
I froze my neck flexin a glacier
Hannah she with me I'm juggin the white
First class ticket we bookin the flight
She blinkin I'm blindin my diamonds so bright
We clockin my rollie ain't tickin got bands in the sprite
Duckin the Thot she a nat nat
Stuffin the glock in her handbag
My country similar to Baghdad
Heat at yo crib you do not want that
My brotha no lynch in the field he go beast mode
The cutta gone spit he got lit thru the peep whole
I'mma go in with the glizzy
Up n I blast n it's empty
Yo brotha he better not test me
Draco it came with the titties
He got a gun from the fifties
No match cuz I'm totin the semi
He bleed n I ruin my fendi
No more beef I sent me
Put em to the test don't be nervous
I treat em like a hoe wearin purses
She give me that sloppy that cursive
Nah Ion speak I plead the fifth
He thinkin I'm slippin I pop it
He trippin then dippin not bout it
Turn off that music shit garbage
Talk a lot shit left him on the footbridge
Put you in the blunt that I smoke
500 a zip the pack that I ghost
Empty the shots now he burnt like a hoe
Cease to exist now where did he go
Pussy got hit in the back
Goofy got lit with the strap
He runnin away but I know where he at
We comin to spray we never bust back
Move a few keys did that on the block
Problem with me I spend these knots
Laser on yo face givin out head shots
Crackin yo melon n it leak from the top
Yeah
Boom boom
Pow pow
Ha
Uh
Hit a lick n I'm sparkin his friends
Hit a lick n I'm sparkin his friends
Like that
Uh
Uh uh
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Writer(s): S A, Tally Bandz
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