Detriot Flow ft. JayMoneyy Lyrics

Ay I'm not a rapper but I can rap like yall detriot niggas

And Ian even serious

Like I Can Deadass play around joke around and that shit will still be hard

Uh Gang (Gang) we finna pop out

Catch em at the drive thru and make a nigga clock out

All you heard was

That's a knock out

And Ian talking bout Craig

Ion got no rock out

Yeah gang tell Em to pop out

Niggas talking shit

We finna slide with the Glocks out

Put a bullet in his head we spinning blocks now

We left him leaking they done came around the corner with the mop out

Left em leaking they done came around the corner with the mop out

Tried to take a picture with the gang and you got cropped out

Why you hop up in the car if you yeen shooting nigga hop out

And I graduated high school nigga I couldn't be a drop out

Yeah gang we on a new time

Come around this corner you gone die and that's a new line

Fuck around playing with the gang and you gone meat mine

Got this double cup we pouring out the red but this is not wine

Double cup we pouring out the red but this is not wine

Keep dissing the gang and you gone be up on that chalked line

Pull up where a nigga work and we gone make Em resign

Nigga you don't got nine lives bitch you not a feline

No we can not link if you ain't giving head

Get up off yo knees and get up on the bed

I'm cutting bitches off you thought I was a dread

Nigga thought that he was gangster till he spent and caught one to the head

Nigga thought that he was gangster till he spent and caught one to the head

He said he was sleepy so he got a casket for a bed

Ian talking bout by Daylight but we gone leave a fuck nigga dead

Stack getting thick as hell its fucking up my fucking spread

Talking crazy to a nigga fuck around and you get smacked up

All these hating niggas told me take it down I put it back up

Money coming in I told that nigga get his racks

I can not come to the party if I can I had a strap tucked

No I'm not JT but this Scat finna act up

I can make a phone call and get a nigga packed up

You know your money fake pussy nigga put the racks up

If Jenna wasn't gay and she was single I would try to fuck

Shoutout Ty but I guarantee we finna hit em up

Nigga FBG I make a call and seen that nigga Duck

Thick bitch she ugly as hell had me throwing up

Bottle of Peroxide it only burn when its up in the cut

Uh gang burn up in the cut

Ugly bitch I don't really love her I just love to nut

Put the dick up in her stomach make her feel in her gut

And that lil hoe really nasty that lil hoe a fucking slut

Yeah she nasty ion give a fuck

Strip club throwing up the ones I tell Em run it up

Nigga called me asking for a dollar told that nigga what

I just made a couple bands I watched my nigga go and fuck it up

Uh gang this a new verse

Yo ex nigga did you wrong bitch I can do worse

She just got done fucking say she want a new purse

Would've thought I had a Uno card the way I made her reverse

This the last verse I gave bro the play I told him go first

Knocking on that window seen that boy and left him in a hearse

Must be of a perky only I thing I know is go

Only time I'm seeing red is from the gas cause ain't no stop sign

Only time she feel me when I swim in it like Michael Phelps

Tatted on my skin cause that's the only thing I ever felt

Ain't no free passes Ian never need no fucking help

No more waiting on this shit its time to get it now its our time