Exit 52

(álbum: All Eyes On Me - 2017)

Yeah (who that is?)
Lil bitch, you know where I'm from
Delray, Hell-ray motherfucker
I touch every beat bitch, yeah yeah
Maserati go crazy, uh

Exit 52, shit get tragic
I'm from south side like that nigga Magic
I be tripping but I'm never lacking
Green Bay Packers, I need pack in
I quit that rap shit, now a nigga snapping
You ain't heard of me, well baby get at me
And I'm popping every nigga like an athlete
All my niggas they be rapping and trapping
All my niggas they be fly like Aladdin
I'm in these streets, I don't do the Instagraming
You should get a Grammy the way you acting
Lil whoadie say that she love my accent

My niggas in the B2, nigga who the fuck is you?
And I'm Exit 52, where that shit get cruel
All my youngins on the move, shawty like the way I groove
'Cause I'm Exit 52, and I'm banging with my tool
Niggas in the B2, nigga who the fuck is you?
And I'm Exit 52, where that shit get cruel
All my youngins on the move, shawty like the way I groove
'Cause I'm Exit 52, and I'm banging with my tool

Threw away the deuce deuce, and I came up on the flute
And I went to hit a lick just to get a pair of shoes
Trigger Nick with the stick, and I call that boy a glue
Nigga how are you the shooter, you ain't even must shoot
Niggas think I'm state trooper 'cause I'm always on the move
Nigga gotta get the loot, people begging for some food
Niggas end up on the news, and my mama came from Haiti
Just so she could fucking prove you can do what you wanna do

My niggas in the B2, nigga who the fuck is you?
And I'm Exit 52, where that shit get cruel
All my youngins on the move, shawty like the way I groove
'Cause I'm Exit 52, and I'm banging with my tool
Niggas in the B2, nigga who the fuck is you?
And I'm Exit 52, where that shit get cruel
All my youngins on the move, shawty like the way I groove
'Cause I'm Exit 52, and I'm banging with my tool