[Lyrics] Lil Durk – 52 Barz Lyrics

Lyrics
30 30’s with 30’s, 30 niggas we dirty
I got my shooters they shooting
We show them niggas no mercy
From the pot to the block
From the block to the lot
I got to duck from the ops
They be too cool with the cops
See my life like a movie
I caught a case for the tooly
The judge given out ten
I ain’t scared I do it
So if a nigga run up on
Me I react with the uzi
If a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi
Son needed his daddy I still
Need him right now he doing life in the Feds
Need that appeal right now
I catch a body I’m gone
I’m dipping right out of town
I see the scout who told
He getting pelled right down
L’s up to I die, blood, sweat, and some tears
Def Jam they signed me
Complete my dream as a kid
Got locked up told my celly
He thinking life is a gig
Tell’em all I’m on TV MTV I’m the shit
I hit a stain on some bricks
I can’t look back I’m ahead
I can’t look back on this bread
I guess disease is to rare
One did and it spread where I be 64th
All that rating is dead I put
A nine to his head
Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer
Money I got him if he can’t hold weight he
Best believe I’m gonna spot’em
I can’t sit in the streets and
Let my real niggas rotting
All black like I’m Bruce
So who think that was robbing
And they drop my advanced, I’ma cop me up six
I’ma carry a fenz and I’ma cop me a Benz
I got Tommy’s and Mac’s, 40 cals, Glock 10’s
Momma told me you gon make it but
You can’t get it in i’m a trapper to rapper
Real niggas to actors
Same people who’s fans they use
To say ain’t a factor
I’m on top of the city
So them rumors ain’t matter
8 balls the size of baseballs
In the field I’ma batter
A nigga tried to kill me dead
Ops tried to wheel me in
Like the Cubs in ’79 them
Niggas won’t win again
Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end
Get caught with another slammer they
Say they first offer 10
I can’t change up like a penny
I want head just like a penny
You won’t catch in the telly
Catch me in back of the Bentley
Niggas know I’m nailing shit
Niggas know we killing shit
I don’t really give a fuck all
My niggas we be in it
We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up
Taking risk that I hope and
See my baby growing up
Russian roulette in the streets
Life is all about luck
Pussy, money, weed, loyalty
Trust is what a nigga lust
I’ma I’m packing like a Green
Bay Packer, all white Challenger
Saltine cracker free all of my niggas doing
More than 3 calenders 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 shooting they faking
I’m savage
My teacher always told me I ain’t average
She said Lil Durk he’ll shoot I
Remind them of the Mavericks (let’s get it)