Detroit Flow

My brother, he's still down, they ain't give him no deal

My whole gang started switching me, I always kept it real

I'll drop a dub on yo head, that's exactly how I feel

All them lawyer fees in back to back cases with no appeals

Big Sparky fresh out, back to thuggin' in the field

Other side steady woofin' 'bout they homies that got killed

Say there's beef, we gon' cook his lil homies on the grill

Only thing I hate in life, a broke bitch that pop pills

I was trappin' how I made it from the hood to Fox Hills

Bought a brand new Glock and it's in the box still

How you listen to these rappers? They ain't really got skill

Everybody selling weed, they ain't really gotta kill

I be trappin' so hard, that shit give me the chills

My baby momma told me, "Slow down, maybe you should just chill"

Shit, you not the one stressing when it's time to pay the bills

I just hit my plug, I told 'em, "Bring me twenty-thousand pills"

I love the steak with the lobster when it's time to eat my meals

I'ma keep on uppin' shit till I stack a half a mil

Double back and double that, I just have to keep it real

I drop thirty on my perms, told Melo, "Make 'em trill"

I got a beam up on a chopper, make a body stand still

Pull a chopper on a copper, fuck a body cam still

We gon' hit 'em in his heart, ain't nobody gon' heal

Head shots, motherfucker, everybody getting killed

My brother, he's still down, they ain't give him no deal

My whole gang started switching me, I always kept it real

I'll drop a dub on yo head, that's exactly how I feel

All them lawyer fees in back to back cases with no appeals

Big Sparky fresh out, back to thuggin' in the field

Other side steady woofin' 'bout they homies that got killed

Say there's beef, we gon' cook his lil homies on the grill

Only thing I hate in life, a broke bitch that pop pills

I pop a dub in the morning, get it back before the sun down

If you win 'bout a bag by any means, you can't come round

I feel like Waka Flaka, love to hear them gun sounds

You think you big and bad like anybody can't get gunned down

It's hunnids out of state every single time I touchdown

OG out of gas and yo hustle lookin' run down

Money talked the loudest

We gon' see who looking dumb now

Been made this shit look easy but I'm really having fun now

One thing I hate in life, bitches speaking out of turn

Hunnid shots in the chop and you know them bullets burn

You ain't never had ya steppers, scared to step up off the curb

You a nerd, I'ma leave this internet shit to the birds

Six figure bank accounts, you see them trophies on my hand

I got it off the muscle, ballin' out with no advance

I got it 'cause I grind, I never left shit up to chance

We ain't worried 'bout them suckas steady woofin' from the stands

My brother, he's still down, they ain't give him no deal

My whole gang started switching me, I always kept it real

I'll drop a dub on yo head, that's exactly how I feel

All them lawyer fees in back to back cases with no appeals

Big Sparky fresh out, back to thuggin' in the field

Other side steady woofin' 'bout they homies that got killed

Say there's beef, we gon' cook his lil homies on the grill

Only thing I hate in life, a broke bitch that pop pills