52 Bars P2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Body bag, body bag
Photo them, they don chopped his ass
No parol, but the poll I got, they done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and sh*t
Ain't do it , innocent
n*ggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bebe kid
You don't know who Bay Bay is
4 six, Woodlawn
OTF the family, even my barber tapin' sh*t
Uzi spit
Got a deal, coolin with my movie b*tch
Movie clip, for a op n*gga or a goofy b*tch
Get hit from my groopie b*tch
You wiffin hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get scratched, bad, homicide
Police said my baby shy
Sup lo, before your ass was born I saved a 100 thou
Daddy on his savage sh*t, you know that boy be whillin out
You know I'm bring savage out
Lurkin like why they hiddin out
Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
Bro and them gotta be bonding now
Me and my b*tch we bonding now
No cass, but that mac I got that b*tch work condom style
I spit crack like bobby brown
They know I'm a problem child
Wiffin
We don't do that sh*t, that sh*t be tifflin
Cause the same b*tch that eat the clit like she dikin
Love ya hoes, but the same b*tch we put the pipe in
She suckin di*k, thats the same b*tch you give that night kiss
Sucka, your ass was sucka, super man
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 sh*t