Detroity Details
I'm down south sipping red dirt
Nigga i just beat my bitch ass til my head hurt
I just stepped in this hoe one leg first
Say you go kill me
How the fuck you end up dead first
He think he trapping but he only got one zip
I know he think he going up because he made his first flip
I don't bring money in
I know my hoe go trip
I told my bitch watch how she talk to me i nut on those lips
Ten racks on cartier i know i got detroit swag
And i be serving anybody i sell weed to real fags
Hoe think she bossing cause she just brought a new c class
The bitch she might be real to you to me she got a fake ass
You ain't counting money nigga too bad
These hoes ain't fucking with you nigga too bad
You can't afford no jewelry nigga too bad
You made a goal to get ten racks and that's some shit i make fast
Flew to dallas i hopped on the grey hound to get back
Me and peso walk pass elvis presley house with ten bags
Don't ask me where i'm going you want to ride sit back
And i can fuck your hoe out of shape i don't need a six pack
Uh nigga i can get you big mad
Uh the scatty going too fast
Uh why yo as do that
Just poured a eight of wock up and now my drink too black
I know who to call when i get hand cuffed
The lil hoe swept my feet with the broom damn she gave me bad luck
If you had covid i need you to back up
Ain stepping in that bitch until everybody masked up
Tryna ride my wave you need a surf board
And i stop smoking vapes them shits can get you off of newports
I say bitch better then two short
And i got rich now ima cool boy
Nigga i just beat my bitch ass til my head hurt
I just stepped in this hoe one leg first
Say you go kill me
How the fuck you end up dead first
He think he trapping but he only got one zip
I know he think he going up because he made his first flip
I don't bring money in
I know my hoe go trip
I told my bitch watch how she talk to me i nut on those lips
Ten racks on cartier i know i got detroit swag
And i be serving anybody i sell weed to real fags
Hoe think she bossing cause she just brought a new c class
The bitch she might be real to you to me she got a fake ass
You ain't counting money nigga too bad
These hoes ain't fucking with you nigga too bad
You can't afford no jewelry nigga too bad
You made a goal to get ten racks and that's some shit i make fast
Flew to dallas i hopped on the grey hound to get back
Me and peso walk pass elvis presley house with ten bags
Don't ask me where i'm going you want to ride sit back
And i can fuck your hoe out of shape i don't need a six pack
Uh nigga i can get you big mad
Uh the scatty going too fast
Uh why yo as do that
Just poured a eight of wock up and now my drink too black
I know who to call when i get hand cuffed
The lil hoe swept my feet with the broom damn she gave me bad luck
If you had covid i need you to back up
Ain stepping in that bitch until everybody masked up
Tryna ride my wave you need a surf board
And i stop smoking vapes them shits can get you off of newports
I say bitch better then two short
And i got rich now ima cool boy
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Writer(s): Manquez Lovett
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