Lil Durk - (Intro) 52 Barz Lyrics

F*ck on
F*ck on
30-30s with thirties, thirty niggas, we dirty
I got my shooters they shootin', we show them niggas no mercy
From the pot to the block, from the block to the lot
I gotta duck from the opps, they be too cool with the cops
See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly
The judge givin' out ten, I ain't scared I do it
So if a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
If a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
Son needed his daddy, I still need 'em right now
He doin' life in the feds, need that appeal right now
I catch a body I'm gone, I'm dippin' right out of town
I see the scout who told, it's gettin' peeled right now
L's up 'til I die, blood, sweat and some tears
Death jam they send me, complete by kid as a dream
Got locked up to my niggas, they thinkin' life was a gift
Told my ma I'm on TV, MTV I'm the shit
I hit the stain on some bricks, I can't look back on my hit
I can't look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rat
One did it and spread, why I be 64? All that ridin' is dead
I'm puttin' .9 to his head
Lil' Roc snatched for attempt, lawyer money I got 'em
If he can't hold that weight, he best believe I'ma spot 'em
I can't sit in the streets, and let my real niggas rotten
All black like I'm Bruce, so who you think that was robbin'
And they drop my advance, I'ma cop me up six
I'ma carry a FNs and I'ma cop me a Benz
I got Tommys and MACs, 40 .Cal, Glock 10s
Mama told me you will make it, but you can't get it in
I'ma trapper to rapper, real niggas from actors
Same people was fans, they use to say in the factor
I'm on top of the city, so them rumors ain't matter
8-balls the size of baseballs in the field, I'm a batter
Her nigga try to kill me dead, opps tried to wheel me in
Like the Cubs in '79, them niggas won't win again
The judge told me eye of eye, PD ridin' on her end
Get caught with another slammer, they say they first offer ten
I can't change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny
You won't catch me in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley
Niggas know I'm nailin' shit
Niggas know we killin' shit
I don't really give a f*ck
All my niggas we be in it
We be thirty deep, at least thirty of us poled up
Takin' risk that I hope and see my baby growin' up
Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck
Pussy, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a nigga lust
I'm up, I'm packin' like a Green Bay Packer
All white Challenger, saltine cracker
Free all of my niggas doin' more than three calendars
Pigs snatched me up Smacked me up cause I ain't answer them
Can't snitch
Ain't a bone in my body say bitch
I can't switch
Half them shooters ain't shootin', they fakin'
I'm savage
My teacher always told me I ain't average
They say Lil Durk he'll shoot
I remind them of the Mavericks (let's get it)